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- Author: Brynne Asher
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COWS ARE GIRLS
“Moo.” Scarlett nudges my shoulder roughly.
I push my hair out of my face. My naturally frizzy locks haven’t been the
same since I moved here. If I had known the humidity was this bad, I never
would have settled in Virginia. It doesn’t matter what the temps are, the
humidity in the middle of summer is the worst. Heaven forbid it rains, not
only is it bad for the vines, the humidity jumps to a gazillion percent.
I’ve got to get Morris to fix this section of fence. Harry has over forty acres
to roam. You’d think forty acres would be more than enough for five cows.
It’s not like I have a herd. Harry’s always the loner, poor girl.
I trudge up over the hill in my Hunter rain boots. The ticks are thick this
time of year—no way am I going to risk walking with the cows in anything
else. It gives me the heebie-jeebies just thinking about it. Over the last year,
I’ve come to enjoy my morning walk with the girls. I don’t get out here
every day—it depends on the schedule. Today is Thursday and it’s slow.
The tasting room doesn’t open until eleven and even though I have
meetings, my first event isn’t until late this afternoon.
“Harry!” I call again.
“Moo.” Scarlett nudges me harder than before.
“No-no.” I try and push her away. “You’re so needy and it’s too hot for you
to crowd me. Go graze with your sisters.”
Of course, she ignores me and nuzzles my ear. Jimmy, Maria, and Jax act
like normal cows, grazing the way a cow should while lazing their days
away in the meadows. Scarlett lives up to her namesake—she’s
melodramatic and boisterous. And poor Harry, she only wants to be by
herself, to the point of escaping to the neighbor’s property. She knows her
space—she’s lived here longer than me and cows are smarter than I ever
would have guessed.
I never thought I’d own a cow, let alone five, but I inherited them when I
bought the vineyard. I also inherited my caretaker, Morris, and his wife
Beverly. Oh, and there’s the winemaker, Van, the tasting room manager,
Evan—who’s barely old enough to legally taste wine himself—and the
chef, Maggie. I didn’t know all these people came along with the vineyard
when I bought it, but the day I signed my closing papers and walked into
my new home and business, there they were waiting for me. They
proceeded to tell me how things ran and why the previous three owners
didn’t work out for them.
That first day, I got the distinct impression I was interviewing to be their
boss. It didn’t matter whose name was on the loan or officially owned the
establishment. When they explained to me all the reasons the past owners
failed, I knew then and there if they didn’t like me, I’d fall flat, too. It didn’t
matter that I’d sunk every penny to my name into a struggling winery.
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