Since the establishment of this blog, we have indeed purchased a goat! However, the original story that follows- and the spirit of the metaphor it contains- lives on vibrantly. Thus the blog name remains, despite the ever-changing circle of animals that come and go on a homestead. 

If you were to come to my real house, you might remark on the peaceful setting, or perhaps you would notice the garden. You might ask to go check out the chicken coop. You might sit on my porch swing or go straight into my kitchen for a homemade snack.

We’d sit down and talk about life- anything and everything. We could talk homesteading, homeschooling, music, real food, natural birth, motherhood, or religion. Sure, we may differ here and there, but overall we could keep our conversation both lively and charitable.

You might be packing up to go, thinking of what a lovely afternoon you had at my house. You may have found it relatively uneventful. You may have thought we were getting to know each other pretty well.

But, inevitably, at some point during your visit, you would notice them.

Something moving on the edge of our yard. Black. Bigger than a dog, smaller than a bear. With horns.

Rustling. Munching. Shifting slowly, coming closer.

The goats.

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“Wow, are those your goats?!?” exclaim most of our visitors, and certainly, so would you.


They’re not our goats.

We wish they were our goats. (It’s easy to look over the fence and be jealous.) It would be really nice to have goats, right? They could graze our lawn instead of us mowing it. They could give us milk. They could keep us company. Besides, isn’t it part of the homesteading vision to own some sort of livestock eventually? Maybe our neighbors would sell them to us. Do you have a goat? Would you send her our way? (How do you raise a goat, by the way?)

But, our lofty dreams of owning friendly four-legged beasts are not yet to be fulfilled. They’re just not our goats, no matter how much we would like it.  But you know what? The goats are symbolic to us of a hard lesson that we are continually learning:


The grass isn’t greener anywhere. Not my house, not yours, not your neighbor’s. We are ever hoping to move upward and onward in our ventures in home, family, and career, but constantly learning to stay rooted and to be gratefully mindful of the many gifts we have already been given. There is peace in resting where you’re at, in finding joy in the mundane, in finding fulfillment in God, family, and love.

I’m Abi. Aspiring homesteader, pre-k homeschooler, singer, teacher, birth doula, Christian, wife of one, mother of two. Come on in and stay a while. Get your hands dirty in the garden or the kitchen. Help me grow as a mother. Teach me how to teach. Sing with me. Love to learn and love to listen. Please forgive the mess while you’re here.

Oh, and don’t mind the goats, will you?


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  1. Teri Gasser

    I loved my visit to your home last summer before the goats got there. I’d love to come again. You are always welcome to drop by the Gasser B&B for a free stay should our good Father whirlwind you to Kansas. So good to see you at Williams party. May God bless you with a goat of your own or better yet an alpaca, milk & soft wool for spinning. I can see you taking up spinning and selling alpaca yarn. oxox

    1. admin Post author

      Thanks so much for stopping by at the blog Teri! It was so good to see you last week! We always enjoy our visits. I hope you are settled in and doing well this week. Yes, some alpacas would be great! 🙂

      1. dac

        “…for I have learned, in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content.” i like that archaic word, “therewith,” and contentment has become a lost quality. Thank you for the post. 🙂

  2. Mike

    goats, hmmmm…. don’t believe anything that you read LOL If there is a hard and fast rule about goats then I can guarantee that goats will break it!

    At the moment I have 3 bucks, three does and 3 kids (two bucklings and a doe) would I swap them/sell them? NEVER, the males were always destined for the pot, but I have good reason to keep each of them (6’4″ ex military, want to keep the gang together, not eat them). Do bucks make does smell? Nope, but I stink cos they are my friends.

    I make cheese and when I am patient enough to collect cream I make butter. They are great for land clearance but not for mowing the lawn (picky eaters, they browse, not graze – you want the lawn mowed? Get a couple of sheep).

    Anyway, great blog, enjoyed reading it!

    1. Abi Post author

      Thank you for stopping by, Mike! You’re right, the goats always seem to keep us guessing. The one remaining next door is always in our yard now, coming up to us and our kids, grazing for us, and even visiting the porch and kitchen once or twice. But we like having her around regardless. 😉 Hope you have a wonderful day!

  3. Kathy

    I stopped by to learn about elderberry identification before I start brewing juice from plants in our yard. Nice blog, Abi. I am a veteran homeschool mom of three grown responsible adult sons. You can do it! I look forward to reading more of your stories.


  4. Kayla

    Love this story and the lesson the goats taught you! It’s hard to see what others have and not want it, but it’s important to be thankful for what you have and let your life hold what it’s meant to. Looking forward to checking out the rest of your blog!

  5. Ari

    Hi Abi! I discovered your blog in 2020 when I started looking into homesteading, and I love your posts – but especially this one, which really made me think about what I would hope to have, should I ever have a homestead. My husband and I finally realized our dream of buying a small acreage with a home and a pole barn a few months ago and it has one feature that i knew I would have to let you know about: a shared fence with a neighbor who has a herd of 7 friendly Nubian goats! Yep, they’re not ours (though we, our adult kids and all our visitors wish they were). We’re planning to get two of our own in the spring and learn how to milk them (highly aspirational!)… but as they came down to greet us and get scritches, it made me think of this post so I had to come say hi and share the story. Thank you for inspiring me!


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