Home Is Not Always Home

Home is outside where the trees are swaying.The cows are calling For the food that is fresh and warm.The amazing smell of silage that is being mixed in the ginormous mixer. On its way to feed the cows. Home is outside where the snow falls on my floofy,fluffy horses. They are calling for me to bring them in the barn,because it is frigidly cold for them. Home is outside where that amazing smell of the fresh air and the poor,rotting leaves covered in the freezing cold snow. Where the happy birds land on the wood fence to see the amazing view of the farm. Home is outside where the cows are calving and the calves are cold and ready to have their barn time till it is time to go back outside. Home is outside where the smell of the barn and the hay that will make you sneeze. Where the calves are getting excited because it is time to get some warm fresh milk from their amazing mom.