Thanks to Susanna Sturgis and her genius for translating blog-tech to a non-techie, namely me, the blog is now up and running. Any bumps in the road are due to my learning curve, not her tutoring.
I’d like to start by telling you about the goats.
On the corner of our property, the undergrowth formed an impenetrable, twisted mass of vegetation under the trees. Poison ivy, bittersweet, briars, honeysuckle, and who knows what else, were rapidly expanding outward toward the vegetable garden. A lush, shiny, six-foot wide barrier of poison ivy formed the border.
I don’t recall who told us about goats. It may have been Native Earth’s founder. “Goats love poison ivy,” she said. “And bittersweet. And once they’ve eaten that up they like briars and wild rose and thistles.”
“Does anyone rent goats on the Vineyard?” I asked.
That’s how we met Brian Lawler and his two nanny goats.
Now, four months after the arrival of the two nannies and their two sets of newborn twins, the thicket has become bare earth. We can see New Lane through the tree trunks.
Brian took the four newly weaned kids to the Fair last week. When they returned to their mamas, each one wore a blue ribbon.