Sunday morning with the cows

This morning we went out for breakfast and picked up a newspaper. On the way home I noticed the mountains were dressed in fog.  I was too far away to take a picture so we drove over to the park.  The view wasn't the same but I photographed a couple of pictures.

Then we saw the cows.  

I read that it is not true that when cows are lying down it's going to rain.  Cows can lie down for a long time. They sleep lying down too but only when there is another cow keeping watch.  

 As you can see, there are always one or two cows standing guard while the others are relaxing.

One cow that was closest to the gate seemed like he was looking at me.  I said hi to him but got no response.  Not that I expected him to wave or say, "Hi Jean".   Then I remembered those videos where people played music for the cows and they all walked over to the fence to listen. So I looked for the video and found a couple. But the sun was shining so bright on the phone that I really didn't find a good one.  Next time I will be more prepared and try something like this.

Do cows respond more to live music more than music played from a phone? I don't know.

Did you know that the latest fad is to cuddle with cows at $300 an hour?

So that's Sunday morning with the cows and a couple of pretty mountain pictures too.

Prayer For Protection

I need this prayer today.  I don't know who GOD is.  I know it is not a man sitting on a cloud judging us.  I know people who are really really mad at him for letting things happen.  Who is God?  How to make God feel more personal?  I think of my angels and guides when I think of God.  I know, people write that we shouldn't pray to angels, only to God.  I don't feel like when I talk to my angels I'm excluding God.  Thinking God as the Universe is almost too big.  But God is not a man either.  What about Goddess?  I don't know for sure but I like this prayer. It was written by James Dillet Freeman and Buzz Aldrin carried this prayer for protection in his pocket when he went to the moon.  

Wonderful 4th of July as a child

Besides Christmas and my birthday, 4th of July was my 3rd favorite holiday.   I was raised in a small town who celebrated the day in all kinds of wonderful ways.

First we had the parade.  I marched in it when I was a Brownie. 

Another time I was in the parade with my bicycle advertising my father's gas station. 

Advertising my father's gas station is open now

Jack's gas station is open now

After the parade we went up to the park for games and races. 

Later in the afternoon we got to go to the lake where we participated in swimming races. I won once for the back crawl. 

The single men and married ones played a baseball game.  I don't know if they still do.

One of my favorite memories was the street dance.  I was a child then. It was in the 1940s and I loved hanging out near the band.  They played Glenn Miller and Benny Goodman music and I loved watching the piano and bass players.   

My father was a fireman in town and one year I got to ride in the firetruck with him and ring the bell. Boy did I think I was hot stuff.  Ha ha.   Back then they let children ride around town in a fire truck.  It was fun.

We moved a couple years after Dad died and the Fourth of July was never the same.   I always wished I was back in my hometown on that special day.

In 1989 we went back for mother's funeral and we were there on July 4th staying at an aunt's house.  Waiting and watching the parade was so nostalgic.  It felt like nothing had changed except the people.   I was quite emotional for many reasons.

Today I watched a live Facebook video of the parade and many emotions came up again. I remembered the good times, my friends, parents, and what fun we had on this special holiday in my old home town.   It was both fun and bittersweet.   As someone told me, the children today are making the same memories because the town itself hasn't changed all that much.