spoiled goats, fresh cheese: Blue Heron Farm

Over winter break, we went out to the country to visit my childhood friend Christian and his wife Lisa at their farm.  They make  the yummiest goat cheese ever, and I’m completely enchanted by their life.  I’m totally amazed by Lisa, who is always so warm and sweet to us, and who writes a very lovely blog about farm life.

Christian and his brother and sister were big friends of mine when I was little.

(That’s Christian and me on the left–circa 1977.)

They lived in our neighborhood.  We carpooled to pre-school.  We took vacations to the beach together and, later, to Colorado to ski.  Christian in particular, and his brother Hunter, were my pals.  I didn’t have brothers, and so almost everything I knew about boys, back then, I learned from them.

I’m sure I played with other kids plenty in those days, too.  But I remember playing with these guys more than anyone else (except my roller-skating next-door-neighbor Mary Ellen).  We had sleepovers.  We squirted mustard all over our jeans.  We went on bike rides.  We explored.  We saw snow for the first time together (at age 11, no less!) I was kind of a tomboy, and I loved palling around with them. And man, did they make me laugh.

I’ve made a point to visit Christian and Lisa a few times in the past year to do research for the novel I’m writing (on sale in 2012!), and it’s been fun to see them.  One time, my daughter and I got to sleep over at their house, and in the morning we collected eggs from the barn for breakfast.

There’s something very special about seeing the people you played with as a child when you’re an adult.  It’s like they know something very important about you.  Even if neither one of you can remember anymore what it is.

4 responses to “spoiled goats, fresh cheese: Blue Heron Farm”

  1. KNSW says:

    I love this post, obviously!!! Great message about old friends. xo

  2. LLH Designs says:

    I don’t know Christian, but we are huge fans of Lisa and her goat cheese. She’s our favorite person to see at the Farmer’s Market (we especially love her Greek cheese…awesome herb combo!). My husband said yesterday that seeing Lisa smile could turn a bad day into a good one. She has the best smile! He also added, “No wonder her goats are so happy!” Isn’t that the sweetest? I hope Lisa reads this! And I hope we get to visit her farm some day. I may never come home! ♥ Linsey

  3. amy says:

    Great post. I have such a romantic view of farm life. And childhood friends are gold. Never matters the number of years gone by.

  4. Marlene says:

    I love the happy goats from Blue Heron farm and I agree that it must be Lisa’s smile that helps in their happiness:) I only know her from the Farmer’s Market at Rice on Tuesdays and I LOVE their goat cheese. My 8-year-old daughter especially loves the Feta and I am a fan of the Green Goddess. Lovely lady, lovely cheese.