Wednesday, August 15, 2012
my favorite quilt ever
When I was a junior in college, I lived in the dairy barns. In exchange for helping with the feeding one weekend a month, I got free room. My room mate was crazy and had a boyfriend in Japan that she would spend hours every night talking to. She chewed tobacco and put her spit in bottles that she left around the room. It was so gross, but I loved getting up at 4am to help move the cows and feed them. We had to shovel tons of alfalfa cubes and grain into the troughs and then lift and throw bales of hay and straw. So tiring, but I loved the smell of the cows and the feed. I loved the baby cows being born and watching the milking process. Oh, those were the days. I used to take my kids out there when they were little and they didn't find the smell so wonderful.