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Iris' Buckling, 2010
Storm Cloud, Flopsy's buckling 2009
Out the Front Window
the view east from the barn
I'm going to bring this goat to a barbecue and yes is coming back
"Don't Hate Me Because I'm Beautiful."
First babies born on the farm
A couple moves from the big city to the countryside and starts a small farm...wait, you've heard this premise before? What? Trite? Hackneyed? But, I have goats. Really cute pictures of tiny baby goats. And cheesemaking recipes. We slaughter our own pigs and cure our own bacon! Well, that's in the master plan, anyway. Just read it, you'll see.
"United we bargain, divided we beg."
New World's Prettiest Goat
Iris' Buckling, 2010
Ex - World's Prettiest Goat
Storm Cloud, Flopsy's buckling 2009
sunset
why they call it Grandview
Hay Season
Hot Air Balloon
Out the Front Window
Mt. Baker
the view east from the barn
Me and My Goat
I'm going to bring this goat to a barbecue and yes is coming back
Poppy
"Don't Hate Me Because I'm Beautiful."
Flopsy and Nutmeg
First babies born on the farm
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2 comments:
That was the first book that made me physically ill. I still remember how I cried when they killed Simon.
It got me too. Iris Murdoch's "The Sacred and Profane Love Machine." Did it.
Nothing ever made me so sick as Peter Carey's "Oscar and Lucinda". That book spent eighteen months behind the sofa. After I finished it, I literally wandered shocked and dazed around my apartment for two hours, ill, angry, disgusted and amazed.
It is emotional pronography. And I mean that as the highest compliment.
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