The Goat Herd has always maintained that, were she to open that trendy cafe she’s always threatening to (usually directly after having paid quite a lot for not much), the one thing that’s not negotiable is soundtrack: Ottmar Leibert. As far as she’s concerned, he’s pure class – for the masses. Which goes a long way to explaining why she chose his Nouveau Flamenco CD to accompany her Sunday morning tea offering. Jamie’s Celebration Cake.
You won’t get a closer match to the unadulterated hoi polloi than the Homestead on a Sunday morning.
Then she unveiled her (well Voltaire’s in point of fact) words and a hearty cheer reverberated around our figurative rafters because – boy! does that sum up our week that was!
Because our garden definitely needed tending. Literally. An all-in Homestead effort has seen the front looking, if not perfect, at least loved. With one thing and another, we’d simply run out of time to do one of the essential tasks of the Homestead. That a major slice of that time we’d run out of was spent on another Homestead essential, dealing with the two plus litres of goat milk that, twice a day, our ladies offer up is just one of those crazy, never-rains-but-it-pours dilemmas. Thankfully, practice definitely does make perfect – or at least more efficient – thus freeing us up to keep on cultivating.
So, that’s what we’re set on doing: looking after our own plot, living our own truths and being kind to the planet. As The Goat Herd pointed out, “the moment you start on someone else’s plot, you start harvesting disempowerment”.
She’s a deep thinker, is Our Goat Herd.