We are tearing ourselves away from the exploding Spring on the farm to drive some of our very tasty goat milk caramels to CANADA. Which seems like a good time to mention that we now have a MAPLE CREAM GOAT MILK CARAMEL! It is buttery and filled with the sweet goodness of sap that flows off of our mountain and valley. The Plummer’s have been making maple syrup on their farm for three generations and we feel pretty lucky to have gotten our hands onto some of their liquid gold this spring.
We also have another new iteration of our goat milk caramels that we will be sharing with you later this week (hint:it includes chocolate!!). STAY TUNED!
Often I get asked if I have a favorite goat. I don’t. I do smile thinking about how much happiness they all bring me. And this one here, Cy, she often pops into my head.
Oh hello. And good afternoon to you too.
Meet Annabelle and Margaux.
Lesson #1: Goats move in a herd. Lesson #2: Goats move in a herd toward the pile of rocks in the field. Lesson #3: If you get to the top before they do, you win.
This is how you might leap off of a log if you are a goat kid.
If you live in San Francisco, you also might want to leap over to the BiRite near Dolores Park tomorrow so you can come grab a free taste of our goat milk caramels. My brother will be doling them out from noon to 4 tomorrow, which is Saturday. Come say hi!
Somewhere under all these brown hills are fields that will be flooded with summer flowers. I like thinking of them, under there, hiding. I’m pretty sure the goats will be the most pleased to see them arrive.
Fact: kids like climbing rock walls.
Looking for a new best friend? Companion? Someone to mow the lawn? Keep the invasive’s at bay? Thin out some brushy land? Someday give you fresh, creamy, raw milk every darn day? Look no further! We have some very special and lovable doelings and a few bucklings for sale. Check them out. We are eager to find them a good home, so please share. Thanks!
April 13th. About this much winter left.
Gertude’s great grandson: Fred, son of Eva.
We almost always encourage our guests to walk in the barnyard and find a goat to cuddle. Inevitably, Fred always seems to make himself the most available for that role. Here he is nibbling Eva’s goat-tee.
We have all been glowing a little bit here on the farm recently. While the weather has played its part in sun kissing our cheeks and windy days blow drying the mud right off our hill, it is also a result of feeling extremely lucky to have the community we do. Livia & I organized a little open.farm.birthday.party.meet.all.the.kids.potluck on Saturday and boy oh boy did we have fun. The barn was filled with friends from all over Vermont & New England, and- best of all a surprise visit from a very dear friend all the way from Seattle. Friends played music while we drank extremely good beer, ate the most delicious oysters in the world, tasted new cheeses and feasted on good conversation. And the goats were so excited to have new friends to play with! I feel very lucky to live in such a community surrounded by so many inspiring farmers, artists, and lovers of a good time. Thanks to all who came - and I still have many of your dishes! So come claim them…
Meet Webb. Her grandmama is Ahmic which is the name of the lake in Ontario where my grandparents first built a cabin. Webb is the lake luke’s grandparents built a cabin on in Maine. She is part of the ‘bodies of water we love’ line of goats. Her mom is Mackenzie - as in the Mackenzie delta in Northwestern Canada that spills out into the Beaufort Sea. They are all french alpine sweethearts. Gentle, easy to milk, and friendly with the rest of the herd.
Um, excuse me sir. I have a little secret to tell you.
It goes: get up off your butt and PLAY. WITH. ME. NOW!!
