"The Barnyard gate is beautiful, Mom!"

Rose joined me in the barn this morning.  She wants to learn how to milk a cow, so I milked on one side of Coco and Rose on the other.  She did well.  I hope to work myself out of a job before too too long.  But that would mean I would miss out on the early morning peace and quiet, the sight of the valley, swirling with mist, the trees, bushes and barnyard gates crystallized in the freezing rain.