June Gloom

"Better Late Than Never" has been our family motto for many years.  It is however a lousy way to run a blog.  Apologies to anyone out there reading this stuff.  June came in warm and sunny, but just about the time I wanted to shear my sheep, the June Gloom hit, with just enough rain that nobody could mow a lawn, or shear a sheep.  I caught my shearer, Wendy, just as the sun was breaking through the clouds one morning, and two days later we did the dirty deed.  She had some trouble with her equipment, her favorite shearing tool had broken, she was waiting for parts,

April Showers Bring ????

Ok, yes, although I know it's now April, the March winds are finally here with a vengeance.  And it's the usual mix:  torrential rain driven sideways by the gusts of wind.  We keep our sense of humor by watching the free ranging hens, as they turn tail to the wind and are blown inside out like an old umbrella.  It never ceases to amuse.  Not so amusing is our current dilemma with our rural water system, and our (if I can be so indelicate as to mention it) septic line.  It seems the well and the septic must have heard us talking about squandering our tax return

Daffodils and Lambs

February is always the month where I watch the intrepid daffodils poke their grey-green leaves up from the deep green of last fall's grass, and begin to show their blossom buds.  Last year my mother and I planted 20 different varieties, including GREEN ones, all along one side of my driveway.  This year they've flourished and spread, and are making an incredible display.  We're hoping to get the other side of the long driveway planted this year.

'Tis The Season

Whew,  December went by faster than usual, with myriad custom orders to fill, freshly sheared lamb's wool to intake (poor wee lambies!) and it seems we barely got our Holiday decorations and lights up before it's almost time to take them down again.  December is one of my most favorite months, I love the music, the food, and the short days and long winter evenings to play with all the fibers we have garnered and gathered from far and near all summer long.  The unexpected lamb's wool was of such high quality we just had to have it.  And I'm pretty sure those naked lambs

October Glory

The first rain has fallen, leaving the dust settled, the air refreshed, and we've got a warm wind blowing from the south.  I had an order for 10 lb. of clean Coopworth wool, and managed to get it washed and dried in that warm wind just before the rains came.  Our constant Langlois wind is such a friend when you are in a hurry to dry heaps of clean wool, or skeins and skeins of yarns.  We hang them on the rails of our front porch that faces the highway, sometimes dull grey, but sometimes a rainbow of bright colors fluttering in the breeze. 


We know it's September when the neighbors start calling and telling me my Shetland sheep are in their yards or their back pastures.  We live on a loop road, and though the back of our place is well fenced (to keep the neighbors cows OUT), the east and west sides of our property is...