It’s been way too long since I’ve provided an update…but not too late to share our farm adventures from last weekend.
We were in Southern Indiana for some family business and spent our free time at The Goat Farm where my husband spent some of the best parts of his childhood. And let me tell you, my future farmers found the place no less fascinating. There were Nubian kids to feed bottles to, guineas (kept loose for bug control) to chase through the yard, and a couple of calves who broke through their barn fence to run free across the lawn. And, of course, the future farmers loved the goat’s milk. My dad wanted to know if I remembered the taste, since I drank plenty of that as a child. But in the quick swig of coffee I had before church, I couldn’t get the full flavor.
These are not raw milk fans, BTW. They pasteurize their goat’s milk.
We were thrilled to see our rural friends had decided that after 30 plus years, they’ve had it with mowing [Al Gore would be proud]. In what used to be an elegant, but tedious to maintain front lawn, were more than 300 oak seedlings. That’ll be a thinning chore when the time comes. But for now, our friends are happy not to have so much mowing duty. The added benefit is the screen the trees will create to obscure their lone neighbor’s house.
We were devastated when we headed back, well on our way north on I-65, when we realized we left a full bushel of fresh garden veggies (zucchini, bell peppers, okra and broccoli) behind.
I told our hostess that if we visited more often, there would be no need to join a CSA to keep us flush with farm fresh produce. But sadly, the CSA seems to be our best option…at least until I expand my backyard garden. We have a bumper crop of cherry tomatoes on the way. Hopefully the chili peppers will be close behind.
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