|What goat could resist?|
Today I opened the gate to the part of the garden near the house - the part we usually keep off limits to the goats.
Most of the flowers are hardy perennials that no amount of chewing could damage, but the red flowering currant is not.
Let them eat that.
Let them have the huge bottom leaves of the artichoke. It's a thistle, and goats love thistle, right?
They've eaten enough fresh grass this spring; I'm no longer worried they will bloat.
It has a single, slender trunk and one good chomp would kill it.
|Alstroemeria - who needs it?|
In they came, sampling and tasting here and there. A bite of garlic leaf was enough.
A puff of dandelion seed tickled too much to try for more. The alstroemeria is spreading everywhere. Take it down, goats.
|Dandelions. Help yourself!|
"I let you have everything in the garden, except this one tree.
Why do you have to eat it? Out you go".
I've paraphrased the first book of Genesis.
Why did I eat all the candy in Noah's treat drawer when the fridge is stocked full of healthy, cut up vegetables and fruits?
Why does the kid play in his room when the spring is so glorious I can hardly breathe in all the fragrance of earth and flower?
|Lightning, cast out of the garden, turns her head away|
I used to read that book with bitterness in my heart. I wholeheartedly identified with Adam and Eve. Why create temptation that can't be resisted?
But over time my sympathies have changed and I begin to see the viewpoint attributed to God. Being responsible means acknowledging that others are agents of their own will.
It is deeply frustrating watching others make decisions I don't agree with. But it's the nature of living among others.