I'm arguing with myself. This is not an unusual state of affairs around here. Different day, different subject, same premise! I'm feeling urged to do something crazy and time-consuming.
WHY???? you ask?
Sigh. Me, too. I kind of blame Alaska and our daughter Sarah...
This was the drive back from the Yukon in Canada to Alaska... Stunning. Gorgeous. Inspirational... And we went to the coolest agritainment farm, Caribou Crossing Traders Post!
Sarah keeps talking about Agri-tainment, the industry of using agriculture for entertainment. We've got 50 acres, not huge, but plenty to have some fun with, right?
And she's got a valid point, with more small farms going under, there are fewer fun places to go for kids to learn about country life, rural living, animals, veggies, fruits and Ruthy's amazingly good baked goods.
The goats became our buds in the Yukon...
So that's what I'm contemplating.
I think I'd like to have little goats. Not in the house. In a pen. With a cute little house of their own so that the goat poop stays outside. That makes sense, right? And have baby goats.
I'm clearly meant to be a birther/mother/nurturer. I get this. I love nurturing and caring for kids and critters, but do I need more work?
Do I need goat fleece or milk?
And yet, I'm still exploring this WONDERFUL IDEA about getting goats. I'm going to visit a goat farmer. I'm reading about their care. I'm thinking of how best to fence these fence climbing/hopping little critters in.... and fencing the resident coyotes and bears out.
Maybe Beansy and Daisy inspired me. Beansy was in "Falling for the Lawman"
And Daisy was in my most recent Kirkwood Lake book, "Healing the Lawman's Heart". She gave birth to TRIPLETS, a buckling and two doelings.... Can I hear an "aww...."????
THEY'RE SO CUTE!!!!!!
I might be doomed. It is okay to talk me out of this. Plead the common sense of the situation. Long, cold winters, tending farm critters.
I blame this place: Caribou Crossing in the Klondike.
LOOK AT THESE FRIED CAKES... SO PERFECT!!!!! SO DELICIOUS!!!!
All you can eat fried cakes after delicious chicken barbecue... and salt potatoes. And rolls. And cole slaw.
As I finish up these two summer book projects (second Grace Haven Love Inspired book, LOVE IT!) and a Christmas novella with a heaven-sent twist....
I have to spend some time outside working the veggies, caring for 50 chickens, gathering and washing eggs, meeting customers...
And contemplating how to build a boardwalk so folks can visit the goats! :)
Your turn. Tell me I'm crazy. Remind me of how much work I already have, but gosh, life's to be lived, right? And I love being busy.
Which doesn't mean I'm not crazy!
I brought some cookies for you to eat while we mull this together.