Think good thoughts for us this week, for my thirteen year old, almost fourteen year old (How did that happen!?) and Annabelle in particular.
April vacation seems like the perfect time for a thirteen year old to learn to milk the cow.
My DD began this morning.
I started things then she took over.
Annabelle did not give her as difficult a time as she gave my poor husband.
She stepped around a bit and backed up.
After a while my daughter said, “Mom – what happened?”
Sure enough Annabelle had done the ol’ shutting off trick.
She can stop the letdown reflex, her bag shrivels up – looking very different from the solid smooth pink appendage it started as.
It’s really quite alarming.
Most of that milk will be there tonight and Annabelle will be uncomfortable.
And someone will have sore hands for a few days, but I am sure they will harden up quicker than my 40plus hands did.
I am guessing that by the end of vacation we’ll have a new milker on the farm.
And we are going to have a new teamster.
My twelve year old daughter and Dizzy did the hauling this morning.
The muscle that gets practiced here is patience.
Dizzy knows how to push a person’s patience, backing up, circling around, tangling herself up with all those leather straps…she knows every trick, the second she feels the reins slack off she slowly veers off the trail into the multiflora rose jungle…. she has the naughtiest streak ever!
But they did great, they did two trips without me, I just watched from the barn.
All good fun!