Friday, April 16, 2010

The Hidden Bouquet

I wandered the pasture with Fiona as she grazed yesterday and watched as she chose her meal. Some things she snatched from the ground; some she lopped off at the top; some she did not touch.

She charmed me utterly, though, when she bit the blossoms of the field--pink ones and yellow and purple. She caressed them with her tongue and then gobbled them up.

"Of course she eats flowers," I thought to myself. Still, the realization swept me away with gladness, knowing that in the evening milking, she would give us a hidden bouquet, full of sunshine and birdsong and the gentle breezes that tickled the tall grass.

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