It’s our time together every morning, just the two of us. We meet at the milk stand, each of us arriving at the rendezvous with our own agenda. She’s in it for the grain, and I’m in it for the milk. She is a three-year-old Oberhasli goat named Lillian. She is tall and lithe with […]
When we tell people that we live out in the country and endeavor to raise our own food, they get all dreamy-eyed and imagine smiling squash blossoms and warm sweet haymows and serene farm wives in crisp white aprons.