Goat & Garden Magic: Everyday Magic, Day 26

Taking a break from my teaching to visit my friend Sara, I marveled at the beauty of her garden and goats. Her home, half-way up a mountain, is tucked into the woods and overlooks the blue edges of the Green Mountains.

The garden unfurls in an explosion of flowers, many of which are spread over months in Kansas but come all at once here. And the goats? They’re warm, friendly and conversant, easily crowding around and showing us where to rub their heads (down their noses and between their eyes).

Sara and her husband Joseph balance their goat-herding (mainly moving fences every few hours) and gardening between activism, counseling, movement and dance, Tai Chi and Aikido. Just walking alongside their rows of squash (good for filling the root cellar) and gaggles of goats, I started breathing more deeply.

Here is the earth. Here is the air. Everywhere we look, a collage of texture and blossom, beings on hoofs or with spreading roots. I drove through the mountains back to campus on this second wind.