Friday, July 17, 2009

Act, Disappearing

Because I am milking goats, snugging in a hammock with a chihuahua and a westie, canoeing on the pond, horseback riding in the woods and making ginger cookies. The- Oldest-and-Best-Friend and I are making goatsmilk soap with her future mother in law at some point in the near future and Mary is coming down this weekend for Old Market Day and walking the lap dogs around historic districts. I would like to be able to pour the goats milk from the shiny metal milk pail into one of these gorgeous pitchers but then things might just be too perfect so instead I will continue with the blue ball jars.

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