I saw somewhere that someone called today "Imposter Monday." What a perfect name for the day after a holiday Monday! Doesn't it seem like Monday to you? BUT, it is really Tuesday even though you are now doing "Monday" things. Totally confusing, isn't it!! So by the end of the week, your life is a mess (if it wasn't before this!). Imposter Monday, I love it!! Hopefully, I will get it all figured out before next week!!
Happy Memorial Day to you and your Family. To most of you, it is a day of picnics and spending time with your family. For a select few, it is a lonely day because our loved ones are not here.
Today I salute my son, United States Navy Sailor Nathan Emmich. I am so very proud of you! And I miss you terribly! I can't thank you enough for what you are doing for our country! God Bless you, the rest of our military and their families this Memorial Day.
Your Mom, a very Proud Navy Mom!!
The one thing my Father could never understand about me is why I started raising goats. Every time he would come out here, he would always ask the same question - "Why goats?" And I would always answer "Why not?" He was from the city and city folk just don't understand us "country folk." He probably figured somewhere along the line, he did something wrong because look how I turned out!
Both of my grandfathers were farmers. So I guess it was in my blood. My father's father was a watermelon and peanut farmer from Oklahoma. And my mother's father worked on a farm in Wisconsin. So I guess it was inevitable that one of their offspring would eventually follow in their foot steps! So you are off the hook Dad!!
It just happened that one Valentine's Day party at my son's Kindergarten the local Vet showed up with two pygmy goats. Love at first sight!! They were so adorable. When my husband asked me what I wanted for Valentine's Day, I answered a pygmy goat!
So I searched the Internet trying to find a local breeder of pygmy goats. I found Wendy Weisenbach in Indiana. We went out to Wendy's house and bought one. Well, goats are pack animals and Petunia wasn't very happy being our sole goat. So back to Indiana we went to buy another goat. While there, I noticed Wendy had some Dairy Goats. Hmmmmm!! Won't it be a great idea to "grow" your own milk!! So back to Indiana,we went again for a Dairy Goat. The pygmy goats didn't last long. They are cute, but not very useful. We sold them to a good home and with the "proceeds" bought another Dairy Goat.
Soon a buck was purchased, baby goats were born and I learned how to milk a goat. With only 3 people in our house, we had more than enough goat's milk to sustain us. I hated throwing away good milk. Back to the Internet and began searching what to do with excess goat's milk . . . goat cheese, goat fudge . . . hmmmm goat soap?? Now that is an interesting idea . . goat soap! So I began making soap - very basic at first. Then I started researching oils and their properties. I also "talked" to various soapmakers on the Internet. After a year of experimenting, I came up with my current recipe and B & D Goats was born.
So why goats? Just because - that's why!!
We never know who is going to show up at our farm these days! A couple of weeks ago, a box turtle decided to make an "appearance" on our porch. Our two shih tzus had no clue what it was and were totally befuddled when the turtle did a disappearing act inside its shell!
Last night, they found this unexpected visitor on our porch! He/she measured about 5 to 6 inches long. My husband said it looked like a mutant salmander! According a to friend, her father called it a "water dog" - some sort of lizard. I did a little research on the Internet. They are mainly used for bait to catch catfish.
Unfortunately, Mr or Ms Lizard didn't last very long because Gus, our cat, came along and bye-bye lizard. We are not entirely sure the cat had lizard for dinner. Let's just say, the cat was there and there was no sign of the lizard. So we are hoping that the lizard scurried away to safety. But, you know how nature is!
Don't you just love this time of year!! Well, I do! I love waking up and hearing the birds sing. Everything looks so green and new. And the air just smells . . . well, fresh!! I guess that is the best well to describe it. Really makes you feel so glad to be alive and able to marvel at the many gifts that God has made for you - the many beauties of nature! Sometimes I sit on our back deck and listen to the many melodies being played. No orchestra could sound this good! And the beauty of the woods!! No artist could ever put that on a canvas! So many different shades of green, each one more beautiful than the last!
And I love "working" in my garden. I really don't consider it work because I enjoy it. So how can it be work when it brings you so much pleasure? It always amazes me when you put one tiny seed into the ground and miraculously a plant appears a week later. And soon you have a tomato or a pepper or a beautiful flower. Doesn't that amaze you? All by simply placing a tiny seed into the ground! Well, it never ceases to amaze me!!
I "worked" in my garden last night and planted some pepper, cucumber and butternut squash plants. Doesn't sound very exciting? But, next Fall when I make my hot pepper jelly, you will appreciate the pepper plants. I will love the cucumbers on my salad. I have a wonderful recipe for butternut squash chili! And butternut squash makes a mean pumpkin pie!!
Ah! the many joys of Springs. I hope you are enjoying them as much as I am!
I have been asked numerous times if I will ever offer soap classes. I wish I could. I would love to teach you all how to make soap. BUT . . . there is alway a BUT isn't there! First of all, I am not set up for classes. I work out of my home in a dingy basement that my family affectionately calls my "laboratory" (no one dares ventures down there!). Secondly, my insurance costs would make Bill Gates blush! Thirdly, raw soap burns! Trust me, I KNOW!! I have been burned many a time by raw soap splatter - it is a chemical burn and it hurts!!
Don't even ask - I will not give out my recipe. Sorry. I worked over a year creating this recipe. If Procter & Gamble will give you the recipe for Ivory soap, I will give you my recipe for my soap. So until then, sorry! Maybe when I retire, I will pass the recipe on. But, don't think I am retiring anytime soon.
Raising goats were never in "the plan." If you had told me 12 years ago that I would be raising goats, I would have laughed in your face! But, at a Valentine's Day Party at my son's Kindergarten, the local Vet showed up with two pygmy goats. As the saying goes, it was love at first sight. And the rest is history . . .