Why Silver Goose?

It started out like this....

Country boy marries city girl.

They have some cute kids.

It's hard to be a kid in the city. Cars and busy streets and traffic... those are all essentially the same thing.

Then after some thought and discussion, everyone moved out into the foothills of the Sierra Nevada Mountains. Close to family, but far from everything else. Finally the littles had room to roam. The country boy was back in his element, and the city girl? Well, she couldn't deny that the idyllic childhood was priceless.

My mom likes to say that I traded my stilettos for mud boots (but I still have them in my closet). Country life has so much to teach us, and every lesson adds a bit of color to what has now become our day-to-day.

So why Silver Goose? It's a play on our names, actually. Silva for my husband's family and Koo for mine. Silva Koo became Silver Goose. It's okay if you don't get it. Neither did anyone else (except for my mom, but that's probably because we have the same sense of humor). I was thinking we might have to go back to the drawing board and brainstorm more options, but a couple nights later, I was awoken by some very incessant tapping and the sounds of our dogs barking up a storm.

Standing on the front porch was an enormous white goose, tapping at the door. (It was probably a normal sized goose, but I hadn't had much occasion to stand so close to this particular avian specimen, and it looked enormous to me.) It wasn't afraid of our dogs, but continued to tap at our door. And then it took a look at me, hopped off the step and waddled off into the darkness, curious dogs in tow.

The name stuck, and that's why, Silver Goose!

Hope to share some of the country life with you all, and hope you enjoy it as much as we do!

-Momma Goose

P.S. In case you thought the whole goose story was hog wash... exhibit A (ignore the messy porch. The point is the goose, not the clutter.)

The goose