I don’t know the first thing about working with cows, but to me, they’re the gentlest souls. Those big brown eyes, fluttery lashes, and slow, calm movements just melt me. And the calves—somewhere between a cow and a giant puppy—are pure sweetness. Total innocence on four legs.

The field behind our house is dotted with sweet little clumps of daisies — a sure sign that summer has officially arrived. I’m always happy to head out with clippers in one hand and my camera in the other, soaking in the simple joy of gathering them.