If all goes well -- or, again, as they say around here 'if nothing don't happen,' we hope to enjoy rich Jersey milk, cream, butter and cheese beginning this fall!
Here's a poem by Robert Louis Stevenson from one of my childhood books. It seems appropriate.
The Cow
The friendly cow all red and white,
I love her with all my heart:
She gives me cream with all her might,
To eat with apple tart.
She wanders lowing here and there,
And yet she cannot stray,
All in the pleasant open air,
The pleasant light of day;
And blown by winds that pass
And wet with all the showers,
She walks among the meadow grass
And eats the meadow flowers.
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