Our cow tank, where we watered the cows with spring water, was close to our house yard, so it was easy to wash off the green squish from the cow pies. The thistle thorns were another story. I remember plopping down on the ground and picking the thorns out of my feet, hoping none of them would require a needle to be removed. There was something just awful when mom held my foot with a needle in her hand.
.....or a look alike?
Was it a bull thistle, or a look alike? I'm not sure. My knee-jerk reaction was to stop and chop the darned thing down, but instead I snapped a picture. There's something else interesting about this picture....something else that we don't see a whole lot of anymore.....the farm fence. Most farmers don't raise a sensible herd of cattle anymore that can freely roam the pastures. Nowadays cattle are kept inside huge facilities, where they're treated like mechanical milk makers. There used to be nothing sweeter than seeing twenty content cows lying down in the pasture after noon, calmly chewing their cuds, soaking in the summer sunshine. It gave our world a sense of peace and well-being, anyway it did to me.
|Farmer using a scythe|
Sadly, now days one would be hard-pressed to walk a farm and have to worry about a cow pie or a thistle. That's sad for the little girl whose feet knew both so well.