On the eighth day of Christmas...

My sympathies to the maids a-milking on New Year's Day. I had a New Year's Eve gig last night,and then joined friends who were still gently celebrating. So, even though no champagne for me (too easy to forget lyrics), I am exhausted. Early to bed this night!

I leave you with a photo of the prettiest cow there is. With her refined head and her big Bambi eyes, the Jersey is not only a beauty, but also the source of the creamiest milk (4.9% butterfat). This gal has just calved, so the milkmaids can sleep in.

I wish you all a very happy New Year, and look forward to seeing what we create and how we change the world! Peace to all.