Friday, February 1, 2008
"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.