Early last night, my husband was cleaning up the yard, throwing a bunch of dead sticks, etc. into a pile and started a small fire. It was a cool, crisp November evening. We have several huge logs that we use as rustic seats around the "camp fire." All we needed were the marshmallows!! It was a beautiful evening, not a cloud in the sky! Just the perfect evening!
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 . . .