This sweet little book is mostly just a nostalgic delight for me. Dairy farms were my childhood.
Cow hide!
A little farm girl heading out to get the cows.
Coming into the barn.
We had one machine like this at some point, but it wasn't the typical kind.
One thing I loved about farm life was working with my dad and brothers and sisters. We didn't always have deep conversations at 5 AM. But there is something about working together, being part of a team that makes you close somehow. We didn't dwell on that, since we weren't prone to heart to heart chats, but it just was. And I think it is part of the reason we are still close today.
This book works through all the different parts of farm life, but older farms. Living in Amish country, we see those cans still in use everyday, but most non-Amish hasn't used them in ages.
Feeding the calves was generally my job as the milker. Sometimes it was really obnoxious and dirty, but sometimes, it was calm and delightful.
Calves are rather lovable. Or at least some are. There were a lot of dumb cows that came through our barns, but calves are so big eyed and excited it is hard not to love them.
Swooping swallows and sunsets.
The washing up
And the heading back in.
I loved walking from the barn to the house. The lights on, knowing there was supper, warmth, a shower, and bed.
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