Catching The Updrafts

From The Blue Room

There are days that being with others is preferred over the richness of time spent alone.
Take the fair, for instance. The days spent at the fair are expected to be full on people-time, often late into the night; dancing and visiting, listening to good music and cheering until you're hoarse.
Twilight gives up around midnight, here in the North, for a brief hour or so of semi-darkness. I'd return to the cozy barn after dancing and it was then that I'd walk Jacquie-goat through-out the abandoned fairgrounds. She'd browse among the alder and I'd feel the glow of my tired body looking forward to the camper and sleeping bag.
Our movable feast proved to be highly mobile. The first two milking sessions away from home were without a stanchion, mama-goat tied to the stall. Visions of us camping along the trail kept me excited the whole weekend.
The crowds loved her. She was quiet and attentive, drawing in even the youngest who were asking questions and holding fireweed for her munch.

Then, there was performing Sam Clemens'Mountain Goat for Geppetto's Junkyard Puppet Show.

More on that tomorrow...

My best birthday wishes to Garrison Keillor and may
The Summer Love Tour be a great success.

(I love and live by what Mrs. Sundberg had to say last week.)

From The Blue Room