I'm getting ready to make more soap for fall shows. It doesn't happen overnight, and I'm home on the farm for a few short weeks. I still like to make soap. It still seems like magic to me. I met a woman at the Hamilton market who told me she uses melt and pour. I will never do that. There's no magic in it. I love to watch the oils change into soap as I pour the lye in. I doubt if they melt silk fibers into the lye solution for added protein. I'm looking forward to using Fancy's goat milk in my soap, that is, if I can get her to let me have some. Fancy is not cooperating. I bought her some sweet feed at the mill, but that does not seem to help her. After months of massaging around her udder and touching her teats, Fancy won't let me anywhere near them. She is saving her milk for her own babies. That's all well and good but I want some too. I'm hoping we can get the shearing/milking stand out of the pile in the back and put together this long weekend. It may be the Fourth of July, but the farm never stops.