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Betsy is “just a cow” most would say. She’s dark rust, almost auburn in color, with large white patches all over her body and especially on her rather long, nosey face. She has deep, soft eyes the color of coffee and they tend to embrace my heart when I stare into them for too long. 

She lives for the scoops of feed I bring to her every day, pouring the nuggets into her bucket hurriedly, before she has the chance to use that powerful head to butt the feed from my grasp. She also enjoys her fair share of clover and hay. And, when we milk her, she gives us the rich almond cream which creates some of the best lemon-yellow butter that I’ve ever put on a baked potato, butter that tastes so good there isn’t a chance of mistaking it for store bought.

At the beginning of 2020, I had no idea I’d be milking a cow, drinking delicious, fresh milk, eating fresh butter and cheese, while spending the majority of my spare time immersed in learning more about farm life.

It wasn’t as if I’d never lived on a farm, though. When I was a child, I had lived on my grandparent’s farm where I’d seen my paw milk and watched my granny make butter. I’d left that experience behind me at the age of nine when my grandparents had moved to town, but the thoughts of those sweet moments embraced my spirit throughout my life. Now, in my more mature years, I was coming back to those soft, gentle days with my own ventures into farming.

If someone had told me I would be “cow” crazy by the end of 2020, I would have laughed out loud. Why would they say such a thing? A cow?! What on earth were they thinking?

But, a COW has dropped a anchor into my veins and I can’t go a day without reflecting on her wants and needs. She has become a pet who brings more joy than I can possibly explain. Her soft eyes melt my heart while her faithful nudge brings me joy that beams across my face when I smile at her affectionate shove. She truly is a cherished companion.

Betsy brings out the heart’s deepest hopes
For rural farm life, living with domestics
A cow, a pig, a chicken… gifts of nature
Who give back to the farmer with bountiful
Treasures, gifts from the soul of heaven
Milk, butter, bacon and eggs – in return
For nurturing their livelihood, keeping 
Them safe from harm, from fox and hawk
From coyotes, bears and coons who want
To leave them without any hope of tomorrow

With these farm animals who know their job
To provide for their living, a heart who throbs
With flavors so heavenly they charm the one
Who knows that farm life brings sweetness
Only attained by knowing intimately the ways
Of beef, sheep and turkey… all the animals
Who are so worthy of being called to the farm
For bringing about delectableness only found
In the places where people still know the joy
Of farming – a trade that has gone from this
Land long ago, leaving only the memory of 
Such graceful grain fed gratitude to flavor
Our hearts with the miracles of farm living

Inspiring my spirit to give freely to the farm
My all – heart and soul – to listen to the 
Whisper who breathes dreams into my mind
Flavoring my life in gracious hues of hope
Silencing the worries that yearn to discourage
While bringing out colors of crimson flames
Twinkling magical ambitions through my 
Spirit – winking with laughter that comes
From knowing God’s land is filled with blessings
Who arrive on the ends of long lead ropes
In cages filled with straw – with flavors fit
To seduce the palate to savor these charms
Of a life that is filled with gentle visions
Wishes alive with pure, sweet delights found
On the farm, where no harm ever comes
To the one who knows the value of God’s gifts
And thanks Him daily for His giving spirit!

Betsy is a precious gift from heaven… and I am so thankful for the whispers of His breath across my life, filling me with insight and inspiration to survive all the loss that comes about through time – pain, grief and death combine to remind us why – we should always appreciate the treasures that bring a light from God’s healing hand touching our life.
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