On Saturday, Bella's friend came down the hill in the back yard with a yellow cherry in his hand. "Where did you get that?" . He replied "from your cherry tree." Duh. But hello, I didn't know that the ridiculously steep incline in my backyard held a cherry tree upright behind that maple tree.....I HAVE A CHERRY TREE! YIPPEEE! I have a cherry tree, an apple tree, my peas actually came up and my tomatoes and cucumbers are very promising. Throw one potential watermelon plant in the mix and WALAAA....you have a thrilled Kristin!
But oh, the blessings don't stop there. Have you tasted manna from heaven? Well, I'm not sure what manna is in the first place, but I got some! The farmer that is just up the street that I go to to get Harry's raw goat milk asked me if I would be interested in a trade. All ears, I folded my arms, leaned against the car, and started the negotiations. Final result: The farmer asked if I would milk the goats occasionally so that he and his wife, could go out of town or just take the day off. SOLD! In turn, I get all the organic produce from the garden that I would like, all the raw goat milk I would like, and all the organic eggs. Basically anything from their farm, I can have in return, including some delicious organic blueberries. Who needs money, will work for FABULOUS FOOD.
Kent is stoked about this...though learning to like goat milk will be a bit of an adjustment, he is doing great. (It really does taste the same, if you drink it raw and fresh.) He loves the idea that he has a busty milkmaid for a wife. Can that go on my tombstone? 
10 comments:
This is fabulous news. I know how happy this farm and fresh food makes you. Way to work it and make a deal. You are the best bustiest milk maid ever!!! I love you.
Pocahontas, you are my hero!!
The produce sounds great, but I'm not so sold on the whole goat milking thing. How is it going?
It sounds perfect for you! Reading about the fresh blueberries is making my mouth water. Justin is doing his best with his garden. He's got some broccoli and one yellow squash and a couple of struggling Siberan tomatoes.
YEA! I'm a bit jealous -- I can't convince my hubby that fresh goats milk tastes great. Bartering is the renaissance economy of the times. Congratulations!
Oh My Gosh - "Busty Milkmaid" - freakin' fabulous! Some day I aspire to have "busty" and my name used in the same sentence.... :)
That is fantastic! I am so jealous. :) Kate loves fresh goats milk. I am so impressed by your mad skills. :)
Kristin, These are the moments! Each one so very precious. Can't wait to see the goats. As for me we may need to get some regular skim cow's milk when I get there. At age 52 you loose your sense of adventure. I love you all.
Hey Kent & Kristin! I love your blog. Good job on the mad bargaining skills. (This is your cousin Jill Gardner, by the way. I know, married names get hard to keep track of.)
Oh Kristin you are such a great writer and so funny! I am glad your mom forwarded me your blog address so i can keep up with the gardeners who are really living up to your name! Love ya, Lannis
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