My name is Jeanne. For years, I had dreamed of living on a farm in the country and being a dairy goat farmer and cheesemaker. Now that I've moved into a 130-year old home, complete with it's own mill, in the country and rounded up some dairy goats, I plan to chronicle my life learning how to live with nature, with various critters, and all the amenities of rural life on two acres down in the valley. Come take a look-see.
Thursday, February 02, 2006
Expecting
Everyday I think to myself: somewhere out there, is my goat kid; still in it's mamma's belly. Growing closer to being ready to be born. End of March should be the time. It's so close, yet so far away. I feel so lucky for what is about to happen.
Everyday I think to myself: somewhere out there, is my goat kid; still in it's mamma's belly. Growing closer to being ready to be born. End of March should be the time. It's so close, yet so far away. I feel so lucky for what is about to happen. 
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