What Was Life Like Before Goats?

Well, let’s see.  We had less goat’s milk.  I mean, we had NO goat’s milk.  We had quickly rotting and well-traveled $1.89 a gallon grocery store milk.  I slept in on weekends, we didn’t have a milking curfew.  I planted the garden and cooked the eggs.  That’s the work I did on the farm.  The Animal Whisperer did the rest.  I took the kids to the pool, I went to yoga, we went camping for the weekend, I did my part of our other business…stuff like that. 

And not once did I fathom that at some point in my near future, I would be thankful for empty jars.  And jars of milk. 

Jars are like gold.  You don’t give them away.  You hoard them.  You would rather give the milk away in Ziploc bags than in one of your precious jars.


Not even when I dreamed of being Laura Ingalls did I think I’d EVER be thankful for jars or jars full of goat’s milk.   

Now, I am.

I make cheese, I sell cheese, we drink the milk, we sell goat’s milk shares and I give cheese making classes.  That means I need a lot of milk. 

We started with 2 goats.  That was more than enough. 

Until the day I learned to make cheese. 

Our family’s milk supply has been endangered ever since. 

Canela and Lilac, milked twice a day, were giving me 1 1/2 gallons per day.  Until they found out I really needed that much.  That’s when they had a meeting and decided to slow down.  To stop on the extreme milk production.  To relax a little and possibly go on vacation.

With cheese and milk customers and my own goat’s milk and goat cheese dependant family, Their Plan Did Not Sit Well With Me.

Enter:  Lucy.

The sweetest goat at the farm where we bought her, but as low woman on the totem pole there, she is now extremely bitter about it and has the equivalent of Small Man’s Syndrome.  

Now, I repeatedly have to refrain from spewing out cuss words at her and calling her the word used for a female dog.  She has nearly broken my hand, she’s stubborn as a mule, she’s strong, she’s forceful, she’s got her own agenda and her own opinion, she won’t get on the milk stand, she won’t get off the milk stand, she kicks, she bleats, she’s a pain in the $@*#.

But, thanks to Lucy, our milk production is back up. 

And for that I am thankful.

4 things to note: 

1.  Each jar is 1/2 gallon.

2.  Three of the jars are full.

3.  The fourth jar has some in it.

4.  They all are marked 10/18.  Today.  The same day.

A little over 1 1/2 gallons in the SAME DAY!!!

So, YES, I am thankful for jars, milk, and goats, even Lucy.

My life has never been better.  And I mean it.

–  The Goat Cheese Lady.

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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