Harvest.

We had enough of these cukes to make my first ever 8 jars of pickles!  (Potatoes not included.  Would that be potatos or potatoes or potatoes or potatos?  I’m old enough to remember that debate and old enough to forget how to spell it.)

The little blackish looking thing to the far right under the red potato is a tiny version of a Majestic Purple potato.  Best kind of potato I’ve had.  You gotta try ’em.

They make good blue french fries. 

That’s the trick, by the way, call them BLUE FRENCH FRIES.  Never refer to a potato to kids under 6 as a POTATO.  In my experience, they won’t make it anywhere near their mouths.  You MUST call any type of potato a french fry.  No matter what color it is or how it is cooked. 

OK.  I guess I wouldn’t call mashed potatoes, potatos, potatoes french fries.  That would be a little ridiculous.  You would lose all trust from your children and you could never successfully lie to them again. 

I mean persuade. 

Did I say lie?  I really didn’t mean that. 

My youngest son kindly offered to take pictures of 49 things throughout the house: This is one I didn’t delete. 

He is showing great promise as a photographer, despite his wee 3 years of life.

Celebrity, Early Girl, Zapotec Pink and Radiator Charlie’s Mortgage Lifter Tomatoes. 

(Tomatoes, tomatos, tomatoes, tomatos?)

Started them all from seeds in my own basement.  I really like the name Radiator Charlie’s Mortgage Lifter tomato.  You just have to have tomatoes, tomatos, tomatoes with names like that.  It did not, however, lift my mortgage.  Still have it. 

Maybe I need to add more goat manure and chicken poop next year.

Increased the pear harvest from 2 pears last year to this many this year…minus quite a few that the deer got. 

Also increased our harvest of worms in said pears. 

Not to worry though, you can still use them.  Yes, calling all city folk with forgotten fruit trees in your yards….You can use them.  If you don’t want to, just let me know and I’ll use them. 

You just cut out the bad parts, hope you don’t sever a worm in the process just because that’s really gross, and you tolerate hearing your 6-year-old say… “Moooooommmmm…does thiiiissss one have a worm in it????”  after giving him a pristine portion of the now clean pear.  (There’s just no appreciation for how much a mom works, is there.)

Each worm will met his next life in the compost pile, or better yet, in the stomach of one of the chickens.

The Animal Whisperer made this Rainbow Soup for dinner one night recently.

Here’s part of lunch today.  Those are not pear worms either.  They are blackened onion shreds.

My sister harvested her 26 days ago.

She’s cuter than the zucchinis, just about as big too.

And, she’s WAY cuter than me. 

Although I hate to admit it.

-The Goat Cheese Lady

P.S.  Spell check says it’s tomatoes and potatoes.

About The Goat Cheese Lady

I am Lindsey. At first I was a city girl. Growing up, the closest thing I had to farm animals were a cat and a cockatiel. In 2009, Herbert (my husband) and I bought our first milk goat and I instantly became an urban farmgirl, attempting to balance city and farm life..before I knew “urban homesteading” was a thing. That’s when we began The Goat Cheese Lady Farm, hence The Goat Cheese Lady blog you’re visiting now. After moving to the country in 2014, I embarked on life as a rural farmgirl. We continued teaching farm and cheesemaking classes, raising more goats and began construction on our cheese creamery. But life had other plans and in 2017, we decided that, due to financial and health issues, we had to close the farm for business. No more classes, no more creamery, a lot less milking. We went back to off farm jobs, I as an Occupational Therapist, Herbert in construction with his business, D&A Home Remodeling. At that point, I made a silent promise to myself that I would corral my entrepreneurial mind and focus on a job for a year. Well, it has been a year and I am back. Not to classes, cheese, soap or lotion, but back to writing. I love it. I’m not sure where it will lead me, but that’s where I’m starting. I’ll continue to write as The Goat Cheese Lady for now, and whatever the future holds, I’ll let you know. Our two boys are 14 and 11 and continue to be louder than my sister and I ever were. We have two dogs, Montaña and Flash, a cat, Jumpy, a flock of chickens and three goats. Yes, we still have Lucy, the goat who helped us start it all and was milked by over 1,000 people. She’s retired but still the boss. Chocolate provides enough milk for our family with some to spare for the dogs. Soccer friends, school friends, coyotes and mice are frequent visitors. There are way too many flies and every so often we see an owl. I’m glad you’re here. Sometimes you’ll laugh out loud, other times you’ll be inspired to appreciate the small things. My hope is that, over your morning cup of coffee or your afternoon work break, you’ll enjoy the antics and inspiration that are my daily life. Lindsey
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3 Responses to Harvest.

  1. Rachel says:

    Lindsey! She is such a little pumpkin. Thank you for posting her picture! And I love the story about bringing home the goats. Very funny!!!

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