for people who love the littlest dairy goats
This is our families "Saturday". My husband is home from work for the next two days, and we are all happy. Especially our goats, which he has been known to take his first cup of coffee with. At 6:15am it was 55 beautiful, crisp degrees outside, and the air felt good deep in my lungs. We stacked the last of our firewood for the winter after morning chores. My oldest son Alex, who is 12, is such a huge help around our little farm. I think I'll never teach him to drive so he can't grow up and leave. :)
Then it was time for a hardy lunch. What better than thick cut bacon, buttermilk biscuits with gravy, and boiled eggs? Apparently nothing! All I have left are a couple biscuits, and a smidge of gravy. Not bad so far, for a Tuesday.