Green Pasture..

I remember visiting my great aunt now deceased. A green pasture so long and wide full of cows; brown. black, white, and some with spots. I was joking around with my funny cousin from Connecticut. I believe it was during the Thanksgiving holidays; well, I was calling any cow across the way by my funny cousin's name with a greeting, "Hey!" then I MOOOOOOOO. WoW!! I tickle myself sometimes; one of the cows MOOOOOOOOOOOed back..It was so funny. My cousin was stunned and started chasing me around the yard of my great aunt's home.. I miss those days growing up; visiting the country with the atmosphere of farming; nothing, but peace and quiet in the middle of nowhere..
PrivateLegit PrivateLegit
46-50, F
Jan 16, 2013