There are few days as beautiful as a sunny Sunday morning in April. If you rise early enough you catch it before the house builds up to its usual crescendo of activity. For now, it is still, sunny, wakening, calm. From my coffee perch, I hear a cow bellow, the birds twittering over green fields, the farmer getting the parlour ready for milking. The gate closes for the cows arrival, there is the familiar drop of buckets on the dairy floor.
The cows wait outside the parlour for their turn to bring us their milk. The milk tank will fill with their bounty and as they wander from the parlour out to the gorgeous green grass that April has brought here, the milk will be collected. It’s off to its destination, a fridge away from here, filling another little boy’s breakfast bowl we tell them.
Here is the gift of another beautiful Sunday in April, fresh milk for our pancakes, growth in the fields and good health for the family and animals in our care. No better gift.
Have a lovely Sunday.