I milked a cow this weekend. Took me back to my childhood, and warm scent of a big living animal, head pressed in against her side, fingers cramping from the squeeze. The rhythms of life and the soothing hiss of milk hitting the pail, while Miss Le Jersey scuffed up her feed... ah, isn't this life simplified?
Perhaps all our electronic hype and fuss and wannas and need-its are just a load of hoo-ha anyway?
Playball, ballet, swimming lessons... do, do, do, drive, be, timelines, talking at.
Contrast to kittens, horses blowing down their noses at you, building tree houses, swimming in dams, walking and talking to.
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