A couple of weekends ago, we took a drive out to the hill country. We got a late start, so by the time we made some distance west, the afternoon sun was upon us. The landscape was glorious and literally glowed in an autumn halo of gold. The heavenly hues inspired Byron and I to let ourselves daydream about buying a bit o'land out there and creating our own little homestead - one day.
Living quietly on the prairie with the big Texas sky above us. There's an unexpected beauty out there that I never, ever dreamed of (or knew existed) as a child. God's country, they say...
However, neither one of us is sure that we would want to leave our sweet little town and our cozy house for that dream, though. Which says a lot about our contentedness right now, I think. We may not have acres of rolling hills, but we do live a pretty sweet existence right in the middle of town - white picket fence, swimming holes, chicken, gardens, and all.
We stopped off at one of my favorite spots on earth. We walked around the grounds and for the short time we were there, we pretended it was our own slice of pastoral heaven. Beatrix and I got super excited at the sight of a baby calf named Daisy. Turns out, we met her mama, Buttercup, a year and half before when she was just born, as well. Cows sure do grow up fast. While I was moseying about the property, checking out the gardens and the kitchen, Byron and Beatrix ended up back near Daisy.
Byron said that Beatrix called her name and Daisy came running up to Beatrix. She rubbed and rubbed her little head and Daisy licked Beatrix's hands and fingers. Daisy stumped her back hoof in a playful manner and wagged her tail like a puppy. The two played with each other for ten minutes or so.
When it was time to leave, we began to walk around her fenced area to return to our car. Along the way, Beatrix would look back at Daisy and Daisy would then come running up to her looking to play and nudge Beatrix again.
It was so adorable. We didn't want to leave her. What a sweet, sweet calf she was.