with Laura, then with Linda jumping in to put the actual catalog together, it took off.
Now you can find soup and pilaf mixes that I make (naturally!), colorful cloth napkins, fun little poured candles in antique tea cups, maple products, wood crafts, jewelry, you name it. People order through the catalog and pre-pay, and one morning all the vendors gather at the school’s gymnasium and folks pick up their orders. Of course, you also catch up with old friends and make new friends. Every vendor donates a percentage of their earnings to the school, so everyone benefits. Now other communities are starting their own Local Goods initiatives, too. Hey, we are pretty good here in Ashfield!
I met a remarkable woman (she grows popcorn corn,
and sells the best popcorn you ever ate) at the distribution who owns 15 acres of pasture land! She lives in Ashfield, and… she would love to have sheep on her land. We’ll talk next week and see if we can figure out a way to raise sheep
Talking about sheep: The other day, I put Coffee on his back again. He was either doing the head-lowered "I-am-the-RAM-around-here" thing at me or he was licking his ankle – I wasn’t
sure. But I flipped him just the same. When he is a full-grown ram, and stronger than me, he will remember these early experiences and believe that I am still the stronger one. So "they" say. But these wooly folk are pretty smart, so Coffee could also look at me and realize, "hey, she has no horns! That is no alpha ram! I can get her!". Of course, I could go in there wearing a viking helmet with horns.... (The neighbors have witnessed just about everyhting by now, from seeing me pee in the woods (coyote deterrent), to talking "baak-baak" with a flock of chickens, to yellingl "You sh..t head - I'lll kill you!" at a yipping coyote at midnight... A viking helmet would be nuthin'.)
Anyway, when Coffee got back to his feet, an interesting thing happened: Matilda decided, if I put the little guy on his back, he must have something bad. So she got in his face in her “behave or else” manner. Poor coffee! Not only does he have to share
his life with all these bossy females, he is still small enough that he is going
to need a stool to breed when the Wooly Women are ready for him.