When a Little Farm I Keep

Weather-wise, this is the nicest weekend we've had since October.

Remember that I forced goats on Mike? How does it appear that Mike is taking it?

Nougat on his spool in the bamboo.

Neighbors, Teesa and Sam, stopped by.

Sam really likes Franklin and Franklin really likes Sam.

Franklin and some of the gang.

We got some gravel down on top of the muck.

I like for our critter lot to be a pleasant spot to hang out.

A good hangout for everybody.

MilkDud on his barrel.

I copied this poem from Jama's blog, it's so nice,
http://prosperinegoathill.blogspot.com/
thank you Jama for posting it.

When a Little Farm I Keep

By Katharine Hinkson (1861-1931)

When a little farm I keep,
I shall tend my kine and sheep,
And my pretty lambs shall fold
In deep pastures starred with gold.

On green carpets they shall tread,

Gold and purple be their bed,
Honey clover make their food

In a watered solitude.

Garden places I shall tend,
For a welcome to a friend,
Make for him a roomy seat
By the box and privet sweet.

And my kitchen garden shall
Grow me fruits on tree and wall,
Give me blossoms in the spring
And an autumn gathering.

An old dial and a cote
Where the pigeons fly and float,
And a well so green and dim
Where the little fishes swim.

Hives of honey I shall own,
Bees with drowsy monotone
Toil all day to bring me home
Heather honey at the gloam.

Twixt the mountains and the sea
There my little farm will be.
In a heart-remembered spot
I shall have my happy lot.

In a heart-remembered place,

Where the mountains lift their face,
I shall tend my sheep and kine,
And a thankful heart be mine.

When a little farm I keep,
I shall sleep the happiest sleep,
To my simple meals invite

Thanksgiving and appetite.

In the heart-remembered place

I shall wear a shining face,
And my quiet nights be praise,
And a prayer my innocent days

Thursday Nov 13

This was taken Oct 19th of Daniel, SweetPea, and Nora. MIL Mary and SIL Sherry brought Nephew Jeremy's kids to see the goats. SweetPea's disbudded spots are getting grown over now.

As much as we love our Irish Terriers, Brawn and Bliss,they have been very difficult lately, busting out of the fenced backyard and trying to terrorize the goats. I've been ready to ship 'em off to boarding school.

This past summer, they killed our older cat, a neighbor said they played tug-a-war with ole Barney until he eventually died. The IT's show no mercy.

Yet, they're fun loving little "devils" and sleep in the bed with is at night.

Wish we hadn't decided to make Neighbor Teesa's yeast rolls last night, they were good but we ate too much of 'em. This photo is of hers, ours were not as pretty the first go 'round. http://klearlife.blogspot.com/