Coffee with Eight Bits

There's nothing quite like getting back from the early Mass on a sunny Sunday morning, with the temperatures climbing into the seventies but still comfortable, brewing a carafe of coffee, and taking it and a goat out to the garden. I pulled up a chair, poured a cup of coffee, and watched him graze for about a half hour. He did a remarkable job mowing down the grassy strip around the garden perimeter, and loves chomping on the weeds growing in the garden plot itself. I positioned myself strategically, so he couldn't get into the perennial fruit bushes. Other than that, it was just a matter of sitting back and relaxing.

We obviously won't be able to bring goats in the garden once it's planted, but for now this sure beats getting out the lawn mower. Or, especially, the hoe.