Cream, Mmmmm

A couple days ago, I started my morning by stirring a thick, nearly solid spoonful of cream into my coffee. Jack spread the rest of this heavenly stuff on toast with jam. Does life get better than this? Most of our milk, cream, and other dairy products come from the udders of Ruth and Lilith and the daily labor of the dairy boys who milk at 4 am and 4 pm. The dairy boys let us come and watch Thursday afternoon, as they dished up some grain, added more hay to the feeding area, topped off the water trough, then cleaned the bovine ladies, and milked them. Frothy, fresh milk poured out for the dairy boys whose calloused hands worked with enviable efficiency. I managed a single, small pitcher, as Binbin looked on. He also watched the separator produced two streams of cream and milk. When Ruth and Lilith were done, the boys checked in on the leffies (Ruth and Lilith’s most recent progeny), Boyd and Oliver. Then, we headed back to the Boardinghouse with the afternoon’s goods.