to you who carried your child spilled blood, sweat and tears to bring them into the world to you who’s chosen your child and gathered them in to become your family to you who yearned and longed for a child of your own feeling incomplete without to you who knows what it is to carryContinue reading “Sending love on Mother’s Day …”
a morning chorus with bass notes udders as swollen and ripe as the berries blushing red in the hedgerow welcoming the morning as the sun rises over the dew-drenched fields and mist hangs low in the valley
One of the fields in our village has turned into a bit of a marsh with all the rain lately. The cows don’t seem to mind though. This is quite a pretty cow I think, looking nice against the shine of the water.