Philosophy of Grass

child nursing cow

Grass
cow
milk
cheese
yum
now I am
grass
cow
milk
cheese
we are
One

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6 Responses to Philosophy of Grass

  1. Bash B says:

    I love the blissful look on the kid’s face :-)…

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  2. ocdjm says:

    That picture is gross.

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  3. Nile blog, I like it!

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  4. My philosophy is, I grew up around dairy farms and there’s nothing like squeezing milk straight from the cow into a glass. Warm, sweet, full of cream and as natural as nature made it. Aah…memories. Oh, and the bull knocking me face first into the mud and cow manure. Like everything in nature, there has to be a balance, or overbalance, however you wish to look at it 🙂 Thanks for the share Pat.

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    • Pat Cegan says:

      I love “fresh squeezed milk,” the cowboys here add sugar and chocolate to the cup before squeezing…decadent delight! Love your story, thanks for the laugh. hugs, pat

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