It’s not new. It’s an old barn, twenty years or more older than ours, in the fields south of the farm. Last Friday evening we walked into our pastures to say goodbye to Cadbury, the oldest goat on the farm and son of Sugar Magnolia, one of my original six pet goats. Cadbury died quietly and is buried in our fields close to his mother. He was born the year before my son, and so I shared photographs of them walking up the street, and climbing down to the beach, together. I didn’t know I would cry, but it was a momentous goodbye, because Cadbury died on the evening we exchanged contracts for the neighboring fields and barn. The end of our beginning, the beginning of our future.
We walk to Cadbury’s grave to remember our beginning
Burning sage in honor of Cadbury
Then we walked across the fields to toast the beginning of our future
A dinner with friends at our new old barn