My goat’s name is Trevor. Yes, we now have three goats and we are a real farm. All we need are some pigs and sheep. Our chickens lay eggs each morning (or maybe in the evening). And even though they do not lay fried eggs we eat very well. But the goats. The grandchildren wanted…
They spoke in signs. Jeff and Paula, deaf since early illness stole their hearing, were walking down the aisle, a rocky path bordered by multi-colored dahlias, snap dragons, giant white pines. On that day, overlooking Brant Lake, Jeff and Paula would recite vows and unite their lives in marriage. Jeff had arrived under the natural…
Sheltering with the Loons 