The official term for this jaunt in the winter afternoon is “walking the fence line” or “checking the cows”.
He can call it whatever he wants – but I call it the best part of my day!
It’s a perfect excuse to hold my honey’s hand and hike across the frozen pastures, catching up on the days activities.
And – since it’s also the one time during the year that I can walk freely anywhere on the property with no fear of poison ivy – I’ve been in and out of ravines and to every remote corner.
These walks, however, are not without their hazards. There are always thorn trees, the evil multiflora rose bushes and the dreaded blackberry vines to scratch you and impede your progress.
Not to mention the the occasional slip on steep banks or frozen cow pies to trip you up.
And I guess one of these days we’ll actually find the cows.
And they won’t be where they are supposed to be.
And the fence will be down.
And our peaceful walk hand in hand through the pasture will turn into a cow chase and a trudge back to the barn for fence supplies.
But that’s a risk I’m willing to take.
‘Cause there’s something pretty wonderful about soaking up the late afternoon sunshine while walking hand in hand with my husband.
Frozen cow pies and all.