excerpt : untitled #73


“…a summer’s sun closes the day,  bringing night closer to the farm.  the locus’ sing their nightsong while the family sits on the porch,  brushing away the dirt from their brow.  a hard days work rewarded with relaxation,  a glass of iced tea and family laughter. the smell of dinner seeped through the screen door.  mom usually out did herself on a friday night supper. a family feast of a roast,  skin on mashed potatoes,  freshly picked garden green beans, homemade rolls, a side salad and of course fresh milk – probably right from the dairy cows that us kids gathered that morning.  it was nice living on a dairy farm.  one got use to the hard work and the getting up every morning at four a.m., but it took years to do so…..” 

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