The Farm is Where the Heart Is
By Angie Bromeland Anika loved to stroll alongside the fence by the cow pasture. She could count fenceposts all afternoon. But mostly, she loved watching the cows. Some were jersey brown, and two were black, but most were black and white Holsteins, which she always thought looked like cows in a storybook. The group of cows were so mild and mellow, they always made Anika feel calm. She loved to hear their low bellow, though they were usually silent. A few cows wore bells around their necks. Each bell sounded a little different, but each was beautiful. Usually, the cattle just grazed on the grass, or lumbered around lazily. But sometimes, Anika would see one roll in the dirt, and it always surprised her to see the huge creature move like that. Even the smell there in the pasture was soothing to Anika. The lush, sweet grass mixed with the scent of clover plants. The cattle’s leathery scent drifted in waves. The rich dirt beneath her feet wafted to her nose. When it all mixed together, a...