tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892083748555571767.post2536968771498715529..comments2023-12-23T19:32:16.381-07:00Comments on The Goat's Lunch Pail: Gratitude Monday -- Poetic Memory EditionLeah J. Utashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08497599109798015888noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892083748555571767.post-3055632367725620022015-05-27T21:54:12.584-06:002015-05-27T21:54:12.584-06:00Thankfully my family had many cousins who were far...Thankfully my family had many cousins who were farmers, with whom I spent portions of summer with...enjoying their labours of cow milking (by hand) although they did have the automated milking machines. One cow needed hand milking as she wouldn't have anything to do with them. And others had wheat and oat farms. Farmers are the true foundation of this country, and I'm gald they're there.<br /><br />Very nice poem, Leah.Barbara Martinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00610140328527165017noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892083748555571767.post-1594434767105358962015-05-25T20:50:12.214-06:002015-05-25T20:50:12.214-06:00Red, farms are great places to grow up.
Messymimi...Red, farms are great places to grow up.<br /><br />Messymimi, I sure am. Thanks.<br /><br />Leah J. Utashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08497599109798015888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892083748555571767.post-30855807323561707682015-05-25T16:56:59.777-06:002015-05-25T16:56:59.777-06:00You are not old, and you have wonderful memories f...You are not old, and you have wonderful memories for both now and for when you are older. At this time, you are still adding tons of new ones to them!<br /><br />Nice calf.messymimihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10649529601786689712noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892083748555571767.post-90714055698001567132015-05-25T16:31:53.120-06:002015-05-25T16:31:53.120-06:00I also grew up on a farm and will never forget the...I also grew up on a farm and will never forget the experience of sun, wind, freedom...Redhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17996243850279671523noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892083748555571767.post-83908421924002486032015-05-25T12:20:45.928-06:002015-05-25T12:20:45.928-06:00Why thank you, Kimberley.Why thank you, Kimberley.Leah J. Utashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08497599109798015888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892083748555571767.post-20994355717624958042015-05-25T12:14:16.546-06:002015-05-25T12:14:16.546-06:00This is wonderful, Leah. As I read it, I could se...This is wonderful, Leah. As I read it, I could see it all…some of it was me, some of it was you. Beautiful!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892083748555571767.post-81688967968144080492015-05-25T07:19:03.248-06:002015-05-25T07:19:03.248-06:00Thanks, cousin. It was a fine, fine time.Thanks, cousin. It was a fine, fine time.Leah J. Utashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08497599109798015888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892083748555571767.post-35471544969191458622015-05-25T07:10:28.719-06:002015-05-25T07:10:28.719-06:00That is a lovely poem, cousin. I remember doing a ...That is a lovely poem, cousin. I remember doing a lot of that stuff right along with you!the Bag Ladyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11157365223433690437noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892083748555571767.post-34405856761891566162015-05-25T05:42:26.631-06:002015-05-25T05:42:26.631-06:00Mary Anne, good on you. I jumped out of the haylof...Mary Anne, good on you. I jumped out of the hayloft onto hard ground. I like your idea better.Leah J. Utashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08497599109798015888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892083748555571767.post-7402272910257047522015-05-25T04:24:20.778-06:002015-05-25T04:24:20.778-06:00Evocative. I did most of that, except for sleeping...Evocative. I did most of that, except for sleeping in fresh-plowed dirt. I don't think I ever slept outdoors after I was old enough to walk. I climbed around on a lot of farm machinery (on other people's farms) but I never jumped off. I really regret being born too late to jump off a hayloft into a hay wagon--bales are too solid. <br /><br />Mary Anne in Kentuckysolarityhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03606487180967915130noreply@blogger.com