Our family has produced our own milk for about 18 years now, first with goats and adding cows about 14 years ago. I rarely do the milking anymore as my children have taken over those chores. When I do, however, it still feels sacred. The ancient contract between animal and human, conducted in the early morning quiet of the barn. It is from this that I wrote the following Haiku
The Barn is quiet
Interrupted by the milk
Filling the bucket
Beautiful, Jennifer! I think the length of haikus compresses ideas in such a way that they demand appreciation of the small details of life. I can appreciate that early morning connection with nature. :) Nancy
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