We have spent two days with neighbor farmer Ray Daley, and I have loved them both the way you love a good pecan pie right out of the oven. Just delicious. The first day was spent at Ray's farm checking out his garden and his animals. The second day was spent at his son's creamery where the two of them work together to turn their dairy milk into their delightful cheeses! It was really incredible to watch the two barrel sized men standing side by side or opposite each other over a large vat of milk and curd. It was incredible to watch them stirring, scraping, and sifting in perfect union like a simple and meaningful dance they had done together for thousands of years. Back and forth, circle in circle, lifting and dropping. It made me feel comfortable to watch them do this together without speaking, only with gentle, occasional, and knowing eye contact. The son's farm was beautiful that day with big fluffy clouds laced together like crochet in the easy blue sky. Flat green fields stretched out for acres, scattered with baled hay, until the pasture met the tree line and the forrest took over the landscape. In the foreground sheets hung from clothes lines blowing in the slow breeze. Tin houses and sheds covered old equipment and knickknacks, and the dog lay under the truck panting in the shade. It seemed like everything was different shades of blue, green, brown and white. It was so bright out there and simple but at the same time deep and old and full of work and thought and history. I liked that.
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