Indiana appears to be turning slowly into a desert. Hester Prynne was getting too hot in her Puritan apparel, so we decided to give our lamp friend another wardrobe change. We evoked an ancient symbol of fertility in the hopes that the weather gods would notice our plea for some more fertile weather. And in the immortal words of Gertrude Stein, “Nearly all of it to be as a wife has a cow.” Indeed, what is to become of our fair magazine if no wives have cows, literary or otherwise? Without cows, where is growth, where are archetype and metaphor? This could easily become a world in which every intellectual (and physical) plant withers without the nourishing rains of creativity, of literary integrity. In this period of drought, we must strive to birth our own creative cows, rather than waiting for new ideas to rain down from the heavens. So, “As preparation prepare, to prepare, as to preparation and to prepare. Out there.” (Stein, “As a Wife Has a Cow, a Love Story”). Prepare, prepare for that dry world out there. Remember our cow, and may she guide you to a place of mental fecundity.