It’s late spring and the dewberries have ripened on the vine. Standing at her kitchen sink, Luann hums along to gospel praise while rinsing the tart berries Catherine picked out in the pasture. From the window, she sees 165/4. Can that sweet old cow hear the gospel too? She seems to be swishing her tail to the beat of the music. Soon, the entire house smells of biscuit, vanilla, and sugar. It’s downright heavenly. Oh, Happy Day, indeed.