I was six at the time and my father (rest his soul) took me out with my second mother (and hers) and they sat me down with a bucket and told me to 'feel my way around'. It was a beautiful day - even the smell of the freshly cut grass beneath the cloudless blue sky. Stunning. I ended up spilling most of the milk but my mother didn't mind. Ah, good times.
~ Uma Uddla
bovinasanctaveritas
~ Uma Uddla
bovinasanctaveritas
