Tuesday, June 21, 2011

a little fall of rain can hardly hurt me now

I really need to mail in the registration papers for our goats. But I don't have any envelopes! What to do?

For a while I was worried that Hazel was going to dry up, since she's let her kids know in no uncertain terms that they are not allowed back there anymore. But we conducted an experiment and milked her one morning after not separating the babies, and she had far less milk. I think they must sneak up on her in the night or something, when her defenses are weakened. Have I told you yet how much I love Hazel? How she is the best goat of all the goats?

I rode horses a little bit last week. Sometimes I wish we had a horse, but then I remember this equation:
(amount of work required for a Greater Swiss x 2) + (startup costs x 3) + (maintenance costs x 5) + (amount of danger inherent in ownership x eleventy) + (difficulty of disposal x 4) = responsibility of horse ownership
It's a drag, to be sure. In the town where I grew up there was a family whose horse died, and they just left it sitting out in the pasture until the city had so many complaints about the smell that they told the Westovers they had to get rid of it. So the Westovers got a bunch of old dead pieces of wood from their property, stacked it all over the horse, and had a bonfire.

I've found I quite enjoy weeding the garden with my kids, because it is turning out to be valuable indoctrination time. Yesterday we talked about bees and colony collapse disorder, and whether or not the widespread use of chemical inputs is to blame. Last week we discussed how quality suffers with each link added to the supply chain. The kids are being very receptive to my ranting, and all the while we're tearing out bindweed and common mallow. It is a good arrangement. I think next week we'll delve into the similarities between our government and the French aristocracy circa 1788.


Sarah said...

The title of your post made me a little misty-eyed. Ah....the days of 1:30 a.m. Les Miserables family reunioning. Good times.

Now I'm even more excited to have a garden someday just to preach to my kids. It's gonna be great!

All8 said...

You are the best mom. Indoctrination begins at home.