bringing the cows home
The scent of cows and grass hit our noses immediately as we drove up to the farm. We were in the right place. Patrick Myers greeted us on his Clemson Tigers-clad golf cart. “Jump in—we’re gonna go see the cows. That’s the best part of this story,” he tells us, mostly serious. Elizabeth, Avery (my 11-month-old boy) and I jumped in, and off we rode to see the cows. As we passed the milking stalls and neared the area where the calves are kept, Myers gave us the background of how Lowcountry Creamery came to be.