On my last day visiting New England, I took my nephews to Cook Farm for ice cream. I forgot how early it got dark in Massachusetts after the time change. It was pretty cool to see the cows at dusk with the sky so dark, yet so blue. The boys had great fun feeding them from a hay bail. When I was a kid, our weekend entertainment was often throwing old bread to the farm animals at the fence in Western MA. Watching my nephews enjoying the cows reminded me of simpler times.
As the boys entertained the cows, or vice versa, I started thinking about the midnight cow collage I made some years ago that was one of my most favorite of all times, Over The Moon. This piece sold quickly and I had always wished I had spent more time with it. Some art is like that. Often times it doesn’t bother me to let them go, but every now and then you create something that makes you look and say “Wow, I really love that.” This collage fit that description and it made use of some “happy accident” painted paper that I could never intentionally reproduce (the green along his back).
Upon exploring behind the cow barn, we found baby cows making a lot of moos, roosters sitting on top of their enclosures, and an empty pig pen. “Where did the piggies go?” I asked the boys. Mason, always the analytical one, said that they had probably gotten too big for that small enclosure and the farmer sold them off for bacon.”
What’s better than bacon?
As it got darker and darker the little one, Ian, wasn’t looking and walked into a sign pole, which required hugs and kisses from Auntie. Ouch… time for ice cream!
There were bags of water hanging over the door to the ice cream shop. They boys explained to me that this was a way to keep the flies away. I read the description on the to learn more about it. When the water evaporates past some small holes poked in the bag, a sound escapes that sounds like a wasp. Nobody wants any part of a mad wasp, not even flies. Organic pest control, I love it. Hadley is farm country and these boys are learning all about it. New England is a wonderful place to grow up, strawberry picking, farm stands with honor system money boxes, room to run, tapping maple trees for syrup (my brother makes syrup in his back yard with the boys every year). I do miss it, but not in the winter!
After we had our ice cream, we decided it was really getting dark and time to go home. The boys had to prepare for school the next day. Upon returning to my Dad’s place where I was staying he said, “Leave your farm shoes at the door.”
Sure enough, there were cow flaps in my Converse!
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