We Sold a Goat and Now We’re Out Drinking (a field trip)

old colorado

The light filters through the vibrant greens of trees in the park across the street through the large windows.  I sit in Jives Coffee Lounge in Old Colorado City admiring its black ceiling, wooden floors, amazing coffee (dark chocolate mocha with cinnamon, ginger, and paprika…died and went to coffee heaven), guitars in the corner, comfy lush chairs, sprites painted across the walls.  Youth reverberates through this neighborhood infusing it with spirit, hope, unlimited potential and dreams.  The rain lets up.  An older artist in painted smock walks down the sidewalk.  I suddenly long for canvas.  The library beckons from the corner and shops line the main corridor.  Festive twinkly lights outline yards and the urban homesteading scene is alive and thriving in this little pocket of Colorado Springs.  Goats are allowed, as are chickens, and clotheslines, and bicycles with baskets.  Bees, backyards, and life fill the West Side.  If I were to move to the city, this is where I’ll go.  But alas, they probably haven’t allowed sheep yet.

We finish our coffees, close our books, and get back in the truck to go get chicken feed.  A stop here and a stop there and we still don’t want to go home.  We head out to Bar Louie for a happy hour drink and a snack.

For a moment we are city people, sitting on bar stools, holding hands, watching the rain on the outdoor patios, imagining sun and summer.  Never have we been so late to plant.  I swirl the red wine in my glass as he tells me about a rule change in the NFL.  The waiter comes over and inquires whether we’ve come out for dinner.

“No,” I say, “We are farmers and this is supposed to be our busiest month.  But we can’t plant in all this rain so we sold a goat and now we’re out drinking.”

Silent pause.

“That sounds like a good story line.” he says.

(Elsa was picked up by five extremely thrilled homeschooled children and their mom to start her life in New Mexico yesterday.  Elsa never really liked it here once we moved.  She was used to being literally in the back yard and she just wasn’t getting all of the attention she had grown accustomed to.  She jumped in their mini-van and was off!)

Here’s to the sun coming out today!

The Do Nothing Day

day off

We are geared up to hit the farmer’s market today.  We have orders, and vegetables, and customers to meet today.  I have been moving at the speed of light all summer, with to-do lists that would take three days if I looked at them realistically!  I woke up gearing to go.

Doug was up all night coughing, fever, not a happy hubby.  We are not doing the market today.  This throws a wrench in my everyday momentum.  But….what will I do?  I already did the canning and laundry and house cleaning.

Gasp!  Is it possible that we are getting a day off?  I wouldn’t know what to do!  I better make a to-do list anyway just to keep myself from pacing like a caged animal.

1. Drink more coffee

2. Sit on porch and feel sun on my face

3. Drink some spiced chai tea

4. Read a book (currently reading The Pioneer Woman by Ree Drummond)

5. Make homemade pasta

6. Walk aimlessly around the gardens and see what is left to harvest

7. Pour a glass of wine

8. Read a magazine

9. Read a cookbook (maybe pour another glass of wine)

10. If I am really bored, I could do a couple of loads of laundry and can more beans but I am going to try really hard to do nothing today!

…Maybe I will go for a hike.  It’s a beautiful day to do nothing.