Chewing the Cud

December 18, 2010 Quite nestles in during early morning hours before landscape awakens.  The cold air and falling snow softens sound.  This morning is one of those mornings when you feel alone and special walking to the barn in crisp hushed light.  Even the sound of boots moving through snow is swallowed by the morning…

“Dogs are one of our greatest fears.”

“We have now had a few days with the highs above freezing.”

“more like your grandfather going a few days without shaving.”