Yesterday Miss Pamela (after Anderson?) and I became friends. I washed her enormous udder with warm water and she let down her milk instantly. Perhaps she sensed that I was calmer since I have met these milk jugs before and knew what I was doing.
I must admit right now, I had never milked a goat. Cows, yes, for years. When the first goat jumped up on the milking stand I was presented with an udder that resembled two giant yams hanging from her. I believe this one was an Alpine. My hands instantly groaned at the sight of the teats I would have to work.
I guess you have seen me, while passing by, so I will admit the obvious: sometimes I cheat. Well, only in a technical term- but not in my heart, which is where it counts.
Back in 1996, I bought the ninth edition of The Encyclopedia of Country Living by Carla Emery. I remember pouring over this book, delighting in every word. I would read some of it every day, in total fascination of this wonder of a woman and looked forward to my “Carla” time.