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absinthe Walking down the farm path, out at my uncle’s heading back towards the quarry, looking for signs of spring. The cousins rent the land to a group that grows artisanal vegetables for restaurants and like all good farmers they won’t turn the land until they’ve had a good couple of weeks of over 50 degrees which gives the insects hibernating in the dried plant stalks time to wake up and move on. It’s a little chilly in the soft rain but the ground gives under foot, the willows are greening and the rest of the trees have that soft haziness that comes with budding. I feel connected here, to a way of life that I was privileged to be a part of even if only for summers, as a guest though never treated as one. Once I hit the porch my shoes came off, my hair was tied back. Chores came before free time, well before everything else, truth be told. I never felt so used up at the end of a day. One year when my parents were struggling with the loss of a , I spent the whole of a summer there and entered a heifer into the 4H fair. My cousin Lee entered Jams. But I was not so much of a girly girl and so my uncle let me join the boys. My heifer was a runty thing and I was told early on that she would not win a prize because her size was off and she had a shorter leg. Still, she was mine for almost three months, named her absinthe not knowing what it meant but knowing that it made my uncle choke. Now Jim, the oldest, he kept an eye on me at first to make sure I was doing things right but then once he was sure I was, he left me to it. Eventually Abby and I took to walking the fields together early in the morning together just so she could get more strength. Lee refused to get up before she had to so, it was just us. One day she was really frisky, ran a good ways ahead of me and I had to chase her like a fool. With all the time we had, I taught her how to bow down like a little princess, shake her head no when I asked her if she was a runt. Came time for the fair, all the heifers had been washed up and looked so nice. Lee won first prize for her jam and was riding high. We were only 7 so that was really something for a . Auntie was just so proud of her, my uncle was carrying her like a queen on his shoulders with her blue ribbon flapping away in the breeze. What a sight. I held on to her foot and she kept rubbing my head to give me good luck. So then…..all the heifers in a row. Absinthe was the smallest and we were right next to a big old bugger who made her look like a damn elf. The judges did their thing. And when they came to us….one of them said, looks like a runt. I said to Abby, are you a runt…she shook her head no. the judge laughed out loud. Now take a bow. And she did….so dainty and perfect. Everyone clapped and yelled. The Judges smiled and kept on moving. No, she didn’t win. She was too small and her legs were uneven. But she had her moment in the sun. And my uncle….well he gave her his homemade ribbon for best performance. Then we all got hot dogs. You cannot conceive the many without the one. |
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this is the type of cow abby was although she was smaller [image] You cannot conceive the many without the one.
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4/8/2019 12:51 pm |
Red Face Angus. Animal*z are NOT  dumb as ssssooo dumb people think.We didn't own a farm, but ][ worked on quite afew growing up. ][ miss that country LiFe, it was a Great Serenity ~ 
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4/8/2019 12:59 pm |
Angus are the bomb .I raised a lot of Angus , black as well as red ..The cows are able to have calves born backward and forward and are great mothers make rich milk for their calves also have the highest yield of beef pound for pound more so than a lot of beef breeds
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Oh.... I'm reminded of the few weeks one summer I tried to nurse an abandoned dairy calf back to health on a friends farm in Georgia. Sadly she didn't make it but if she had, I'm sure she would have been a tiny thing like yours. What a great memory, thank you for sharing it! 
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I love this 💕 Lots of farm kids where I grew up, even though I was a townie.   
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Abbey sounds cute! 😘 Nice story... 👌 ... is there another way to look at it Going Too Fucking Far NEW Blog Features RevealeD O O A Foolproof Method Posted Over on that NEW site O O
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Summer memories are just so very special!! Mine was a pet robin that was abandoned . It had a broken wing . Thank you for sharing this with pictures in words (Virtual Symposium Group) use Virtual Symposium Group
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What a fun summer.  "Sometimes the most productive thing you can do is relax." – Mark Black
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What a great story, those are some fond memories you have there, thanks for sharing with all of us.. Seduce the mind and see what a wonderful adventure the body will take you on.. 
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I treasured having farm time as a kid, an experience so many don't get thesee days. Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. Other women cloy The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies. For vilest things Become themselves in her, that the holy priests Bless her when she is riggish. ~~ from Antony & Cleopatra
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Hey Darlin, .......That’s a Sweet story,.......Thanks,....... Sinfully Yours, backpocket13
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Fun story! And what a great memory to carry with you! 😀 . 
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12/16/2019 3:35 pm |
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