Sunday, December 11, 2011
Say It With Flowers
It is so very strange, putting truth to the adage that "Not one door closes, but another opens." Due to rising gas prices, milk customers (now dear friends) reluctantly informed me recently that after close to nine years of making the weekly trek out here from Placerville, they were going to have to stop buying. Their daughter was a babe in arms when I got their first call, "Is this the goat lady?" That young lady just rode her horse in the Santa Parade in town. I certainly understand and sympathize with the economic crunch, but I will miss seeing this lovely couple every week. I hope they keep their promise to keep in touch.
Within a week of getting that final notice, I got another of those phone calls. "I was given your number by (so-and-so), and I wonder if you have goat milk for sale." Why, yes, it just so happens I do...and eggs, if needed. Just like farm wives of old, I depend on my "butter and egg" money for my spending allowance. This couple, somewhat older than my previous customers and without children, came for their first taste yesterday. He will continue to work in the Bay Area while they establish themselves here. That's a helluva commute! They were, of course, introduced to the girls, big and little. I was amazed that the husband was familiar with the name Musashi, the samurai warrior for whom the first Silkie rooster was named, and was able to quote battle plans and philosophy written by the first Musashi. I'm going to have to pump Husband for more information when he comes back today for goat poop. How he approached his request for this garden gold was amusing. He was delighted to find I had this renewable resource. He wants to put in a stand of timber bamboo and will need a lot of fertilizer. That's a win-win situation for us both.
It was a good day.