Sheep shearing
May 23, 2012 § Leave a comment
The sheep got sheared on Monday. Cella and Emmet recently acquired five wooly Dorset ewes, in addition to the two Icelandic ewes and their offspring, for us to have over at La Finca. The thick wool coats of the Dorsets are not helpful for enforcing electric fencing, and besides, it’s getting hot around here. So they called the shearer for a visit.
He clipped the ewes’ hooves as well.
Hm. Not comfortable looking. Hang in there, little lady. You’re almost done.
There! That must feel better.
That’s what I call progress
December 30, 2011 § 2 Comments
The needles have been clickety-clacking. This is a calmly happy thing, a new discovering of ability and possibility. There is something soothing in the repetitive motion, something satisfying in having a finished product make its way out, inch by inch, from your fingers.
Our culture has long looked humorously, even scornfully, at the grandmothers sitting in their cottage corners to knit or crochet. With a braided rug, a fireplace, and a cat. Probably also some cozy slippers.
Well now. Maybe I am old-fashioned, but . . . other than the cat (give me a big dog, please) that sounds just perfectly gorgeously pleasant. Warm, cozy, quietly artistic. And who can deny how beautiful yarn is, tucked into a basket, twisted and tied with ribbon?
If comfort and beauty are the things for the old souls, I am happy to be among them. Even in these last few months of my twenties. Finding such things along the path towards greater self-sufficiency and away from debt – that means progress to me.
Thanks to family members and also to Borrowed Pastures for the beautiful 100% wool and wool/alpaca blend yarns!
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