goat heads

i've just noticed that i've posted three cartoons in the past week.

the farm staff is seriously considering an employee invasion of the goat dairy in boulder county. we're all coming to the quick realization that our jobs are ending soon (i only worked 35 hours this week!) and are entering into a panic over what we'll do without farminess in our lives. many of us have developed the habit of roaming the field in the down time- which there is suddenly a lot of- and looking for that last little pepper or eggplant that has somehow escaped frost damage. my preservation needs have not yet been filled- i'm thinking about drying apples and secretly stock-piling squash for my upcoming winter of being broke. i also gathered about 30 lbs. of squishy tomatoes at the farmstand today with canning in mind, but wyatt whisked them into the back of his truck as part of the great compost collection project. let me say this: rotten squash isn't nearly as attractive as bright fresh squash. it be stinky. so the farm crew is talking about getting winter jobs at the goat dairy, because apparently we're so addicted to this lifestyle that hanging around with a bunch of stinky goats sounds like a good thing to do. at least we'd learn how to make cheese. or hate cheese. hard to predict. goats are funny little animals that like to stand on top of things and eat inedible items. they also have creepy, goaty irises. could i hang out with goats for a season? i made the mistake of walking barefoot over a patch of gravel this morning. hidden, sharp, evil goat heads! ow. i could take this as a divine hint that i shouldn't deal with goats... much like i take cues from newman's own alphabet cookies. ask a question, choose three or four cookies, interpret cookie acronym to your liking.