Marianne E Schmidt
Stories (2/0)
Mesquite Horns
Mesquite shook his head in the bright morning sunlight. He tested his wobbly little legs and stood shakily in the Texas thornbrush. Nearby he heard a gentle lowing and he turned his head. His mom was grazing on the grass and he toddled over to her to get his breakfast. She nuzzled him as he nursed.
By Marianne E Schmidt3 years ago in Fiction
Settling
"Time to milk the cow." I mumbled under my breath, reminiscent of that old donut commercial. Everyday it's the same old game. Wake up before sunrise, milk the cows, let out the chickens, feed the pigs, shower, eat breakfast, get the kids to school, head to the clinic in town where I work as a receptionist, pick the kids up, farm chores again, dinner, supervise homework, and finally hit the hay (so to speak) well after 10. Wash, rinse, repeat.
By Marianne E Schmidt3 years ago in Families