MaryGate Farm began in Trinity, Alabama, in 2005. Leo and Harriet Sabatini felt God’s call to create a “place” not only for ourselves but for anyone who wants to experience the peace and quiet that comes from His creation. It is a happy home and we have had great experiences here as people come to revel in a misty morning, a smooth cheeked horse, or a donkey’s bray. We did not intend to enter goat culture right away. Being thrifty, we made soap from goat’s milk and discovered its creamy lather and healing skin properties. It made sense to share it with the world!
The gates of MaryGate – are they open or closed? What is the significance of it? One of the most serious accusations we here at MaryGate Farm can receive is “You left a gate open!” The wrong gate left open can have serious and often devastating consequences. We take closing a gate behind us as a number one priority. If one of the yard gates is left open the goats, like locusts, will annihilate our greenhouse garden, all of my landscaping and who knows what else on the deck and house! If the front gate to the farm gets left open the animals escape and it is a major problem getting four horses and a donkey back in the pasture. (Not to mention 20 goats!) Potentially terrible consequences are if a car should hit such a large animal – mostly I am afraid of hurting a person. If you want to see the hairs rise up on the back of our necks – just suggest that we left the wrong gate open!
In my favorite prayer, one of the lines is “paralyzed by trial”. The point is to not be so when life’s inevitable storms, be them small or large wash, over you. The opening latch to my goat pen, which can mean the difference between mayhem and safety for me during milking season, will only operate if you are calm. If you are worried or rushed or have too many things in your hand, forget about it. You will not be able to get in or out. It must be treated with utmost decorum.
Rest in Peace! All my life I haven’t liked that phrase as describing my eternity. Plucking a harp on a cloud or resting on a cloudy couch is what I envision it means. But as I grow older I have realized that the peace of God means something much different. Dare I say more different than I can even imagine. But I sure can look forward to it!
Yesterday I spent a good portion of the day making dinner for our Wednesday Mass and fellowship. Our Church is small to begin with and Wednesdays tend to average about seven to fifteen people. You never know how many will show. As I prepared the meal, not the best of cooks I grant you, I thought that probably there won’t be many people there and I am doing all of this work! The farm and animals were crying for attention. My garden sat unfinished. The horses ungroomed let alone unridden! I was trying to make things for one of the people who is diabetic so the traditional safe preparations weren’t available.