We’re in the middle of roundup season, and no, I don’t mean weed killing. I mean cow gathering. And when I say the middle, I mean it a couple different ways. Like, we’re in the middle of rounding up cattle.
And we are living in the middle of where we round up cattle.
So I have new neighbors these days, and no they’re not leaning over the white picket fence to say hello, because, as you know, there is no white picket fence.
And they’re not bringing hot dish either. Because last I heard cows were only good for one thing in the kitchen, if you know what I’m saying.
But it turns out neither one of us are really good in the kitchen these days, because we both know winter’s coming and we both want to spend the last few weeks of moderate weather and colorful leaves out and about checking on things.
Because even if they’re just fine really, cows are a good excuse to get on that horse when the basement needs cleaning, the dishes need doing, the laundry is piled up and the dust has turned to dirt on your floor.
Yes, I always choose the ride over a properly cooked dinner at a properly decent hour.
And so that’s the dilemma of the month: late night meals of leftover frozen pizza and cow poop lawn ornaments.
But still, I’m not convinced it gets better than this….
Like our singing neighbor to the north, Corb Lund, says: “Everything is better with some cows around.”