My cow friend....
I have always loved a farm. When we were young, we would visit my grandparents in Lincolnshire...
My grandmother never let us be idle and during our stay would send us over to the
Green's Farm to help out. We bagged and tied sacks of grain on the back of the trailer being pulled by the combine. We gathered the eggs, bottle fed orphaned lambs and weren't allowed to come home until the Greens were finished with us. I loved every minute of it.
When I was a teenager I spent a summer in Ontario working on a horse farm and another summer in Kentucky again working with thoroughbred horses.
We were up at 5, and working by 5:30. Bailing hay, mucking out stalls, grooming yearlings and faffing around the farm. When we weren't busy with the horses, we were painting barns and fence posts. I remember I was painting a horse barn when I heard Elvis had died.
More than horses, I love cows. One day I will photograph my cow paintings I have collected. I stopped to photograph this cow last week and all of a sudden all his buddies were visiting too.
If I could pick anything I would do if I could magically change things, it would be to have a farm.
I would love to have livestock, grow my own food, maybe a shop selling my jams and jellies and farmhouse Bits. Chickens and eggs and of course a donkey. My granny had a donkey and it has always been a dream of mine to own one. Hers was called Semolina. It was the color of steamed semolina pudding.
I could grow hollyhocks and gladiolas and garlic....
I have been faffing around with the idea lately and trying to encourage my non-farmer type of a husband to consider a country life. So far he's not remotely interested.......
Bit I still dream of it......
What do you dream about.....?












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