Georgia and I went to Upingill Farm where we have been buying raw milk in beautiful glass bottles (more on that in another post). The rain had just stopped and there was blue sky and geese above the cornfields.
Everything was drippy and bright.
Georgia was disappointed she didn't find any cats. Her role of Cat Whisperer has been called into question lately because it does seem like all the farm cats flee when they hear her voice.
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