Several years ago, my parents purchased an acreage near the farm where my mother was raised. They have a lovely garden, a couple of terriers, and a peekapoo they inherited from my Grandmother. Dad found an old John Deere and they were enjoying life out of the city.
There was something Dad wanted. He had wanted it for YEARS. He couldn't explain it, but over time it became more and more important. He just had to have.....goats.
Introducing Joe and....
Billy. (really, Billy)
My mother was less than thrilled. Bless her for her patience. She comes home and the sweet potatoes are gone or half of the apples are missing---the goats needed a treat.
Recently, my parents were at the farmers' market. They were buying things that were past season in their garden, and things the garden didn't produce enough of, or they can't grow. My Mom was ready to pay, when my Dad appeared with 2 sweet potatoes.
They began to argue in front of everyone.
"Put those back, we don't need them."
"I want these."
"NO. We have some at home. I'm not getting any more."
And so it went. My Dad grew louder (as he does), his voice echoing off the produce, and my Mom got more stubborn. The cashier looked increasingly uncomfortable. As Dad put the sweet potatoes back, my Mom faced the cashier.
Talk about a frozen look.
My Mom quickly explained, "He wanted them for his goats."
More frozen look.
The goats got their sweet potatoes.
Now, my Mom tells me what beautiful goats they are, how smart they are, and how they follow my Dad like puppies.
I have a friend who is going to paint Joe and Billy's portrait for a Christmas present for my parents.
In what unlikely places have you found beauty?