Spring calf, March 2011*

New life
a gift -cherish
the Spring’s laugh,
who awakens the dead
long past.

*Second quilt block “Momma and baby Scottish Highland: Silver and Red”. The baby was born quite a cheerful lad.

My Aunt Phyllis, the only girl of seven siblings, bought my grandparents farm. She renovated the house and rented the pastures to local farmers. The milkman did not visit anymore, to collect the milk and cream. The corn cribs lay bare and the chicken coop long vanished. Then her son bought land nearby and a herd of cattle. A Scottish Highland calf was born on a wintry Spring morning, that was not so cold for long.

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