Here in the country the black cows that dot the surrounding hillsides are almost as scenic as the mountain views. Early this morning as I walked outside to check on all my plants before I leave for a week away at my mom's, I could hear all the momma cows bawling for their little ones. Evidently (though I'm not positive), this must be the season when the calves are separated and weaned away from their momma. What a pitiful sound in the quiet of the morning to hear the sad mourning of a momma without her babe. It made me hurt inside to hear them crying.
I'll be taking my mom back to her home in South Boston this morning and staying with her this week to help get her situated there. So I'll be absent on the blog awhile, but hopefully the rest of the crew will come up with some amazing and exciting posts while I'm gone. :)
~Deb
