Cindy and Larry Casavant are two of the enterprising and self-made people who have made America so great. They love animals, had an idea to do something they love, and work daily to do it.

Cindy says she is known as “the Crazy Goat Lady,” and she has 75 goats, which would make anybody crazy. Her farm sells goat stuff all over the place. She is new to our Farmer’s Market.

We stopped at her stall at the farmer’s market, as we do every week, to buy goat cheese, goat milk yogurt, and bars of soap.

Anyone with that many goats – she loves to take out her Iphone and show photos of them – is a hero to me. She also makes lovely cornbread and small cakes and coffee cake. If we get there late, she offers us “deals” on the yogurt and cheese she has to take home.

I love to bargain, but most of the time, Cindy gets what she wants.

When I first came to the country, I had three goats, which drove me insane.

Every morning, when I went outside, all three were standing on top of my car, and I never figured out how they got out of, under, or over the fence.

A farmer warned me not to get any; he said getting an animal smarter than you was foolish.

I admitted my defeat and sold the goats to a goat farmer who loved them. Cindy has a lot of crazy goat stories. She is happy to tell them.

As always happens in small towns, when you see somebody two or three times, they invariably ask for your name, and then we unfailingly find connections and mutual friends. Cindy is a great friend of Carol Gulley, and she knew our friend Ed Gulley very well. She is very close to the family and lives nearby the Gulley farm.

We had a good time reminiscing about Ed and catching up.

Cindy is especially friendly and warm, as people with animals most often are.

We bought a half quart of yogurt, two cornbreads, apple squares, and a wood-fired pizza to bring home. Our friend Margaret was having lunch with us. We sat on the back porch to have lunch, which was great.

 

(The McMillan Family’s Shift Food Trailer brings wood-fired pizza, salads, and sandwiches to our town. It’s starting to feel like the hip part of Brooklyn. Corey, his wife Sarah, and daughter Sadie are also committed to doing what they love.)

Cindy is a friend now; she’s in our lives, and we have common ground. She has a great sense of humor and is fun to talk to. Corey McMillan is also a neighbor; he’s going to be set up on weekends just down the road at Barnard Farm. And Cindy lives a mile south of the Moses Market. This is what small towns are like, and we are lucky to have them both.

Good food is not too common here; it just took a good turn.

Cindy plans to join the winter market, which moves indoors in a month or so. We’ll be there

We love her yogurt, her soap, and her goat cheese. We also think she’s pretty great and will accept an invitation for us to visit her farm and see the goats. I don’t know how anybody could resist that, especially the person I’m married too.