IT’S RAINING!!!!!!

Farmer’s, gardeners and The Coalition of Activists Against Dry Weather are doing a rain dance tonight. 

A thank-you-for-finally-raining dance. 

A Thank-God-The-Heavens-Finally-Opened-Up-And-Are-Pouring dance tonight. 

A hallelujah.  A celebration. 

We are having glowing premonitions of what our bone dry dirt yards and fields will look like in a couple days.  THEY WILL BE GREEN!

In my own metamorphosis this winter from non-locavore to locavore, I realize I have even crossed the obsessive-compulsive line into where my water comes from.  I want local water.  No, not piped in from the Rocky Mountains or Pueblo water, but local water.  Water that falls from above my head. 

Rain.

I have had to give up that notion for the garden’s and fruit tree’s and animal’s benefits…we just couldn’t wait for the first rain to give the animals water.  And if we had waited for the first rain (or any rain, for that matter), the garden and fruit trees would never stand a chance.

But, the rest of our “yard” is dry, brown grass disguised as dirt.  I’m sure the roots are probably still down there, but after a long winter of very few drips of water, and a few goats grazing here and there, the shards of grass appear to have lost the battle. 

But now, there is hope. 

And a new motivation to dig more trenches to guide the precious rain water to where I really want it to be.  And, that would not be in the ten foot long pool it creates in front of the barn. 

Enjoy the rain!!!!!  Wherever you are, and whenever it rains!

(Except if you live in Tacoma.  We used to live there and I can tell you whole-heartedly that I hated the rain.  Not when it rained 300 days a year.  So, I’ll rephrase the comment: If you live in a normally dry area, Enjoy The Rain!)

–  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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2 Responses to IT’S RAINING!!!!!!

  1. marilan says:

    Sadly not a drop to drink here in the high desert plains. Celebrating for you though. Areas resembling the dust bowl are forming as the dirt forms drifts with this tough wind. Keep dancing.

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