Chores come first on a Newport goat farm — the barn light on, the pails rinsed, the herd let out into wet June grass. By mid-morning the mower is running instead, and Abraham's Goat Farm & Creamery is out on lawns across the Sebasticook Valley, mowing, trimming and edging until a yard has that clean seam between grass and gravel. There is a farmer's patience in it: cut at the right height, come back on the right week, let the ground tell you when. Fall brings the leaf work, the raking out of flowerbeds, one last low pass before hard frost settles over the hayfields toward Palmyra. It is the same work either way — keeping green things tended, and handing back a place that looks cared for.