A Goatherd’s Botanical:
Follow Tillie and Fannie, Philomena, Ramona, Sofie, and Beatrice over the hill. Weave through saplings with Eleanor, Lillian, Patti, and Nova. The rest flow around you, a river of goats, spilling down the hillside and into the pasture.
Combine a low ceiling of clouds with ragged glimpses of blue sky beyond, the blooming of wild pear, and the sound of many goats moving through brush, snipping and chewing. Blend new raspberry leaves with tender boquets of red maple, and the soft pale buds of big-tooth aspen. Here find some sorrel close to the ground, the beginnings of goldenrod, the heads of dandelions. Throw in a cherry blossom and the invisible architecture of birdsong.
This is the makings of your milk. This is the soul of your cheese.