moo

 Every once in a while, my heart misses

the farm.  Being outside, working hard with

family, all the animals...oh the animals.  I'm a 

total sucker for barn cats and cows. 

Especially of the baby variety.

Then I see posts like this one from the 

Pioneer Woman, and I completely melt over 

the sweet faces.  I remember how rough their big,

weird tongues are.  I think about nuzzling baby calves.  

And then I start the dangerous dreaming about one

day having land and critters and kids...  

And then (here comes the reality check), I 

remember how much I like living near the grocery 

store.  And having a house that has never had 

manure tracked through the rugs.  And buying shoes.  

And selling art while wearing my fun shoes. 

Alas, I think my bovine friends are best visited.

And, at least for now, I will be enjoying their 

sweet furry faces via the internet.  :)

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