“there she goes again”, Wetherby says

but where to?

this weekend…

a new location at the Deerfield Fairgrounds.

accessible from all four compass points

I will be offering some amazing textiles
to wrap around and slip into

 

 a new line of gorgeous leather bags and accessories

impossible to resist

some monster wraps (5 ft x 7 ft)
dyed with plant matter from
the farm

always a selection of naturally dyed yarns

and a new wearable for men.

Father’s Day is coming after all!

 Do stop by to say hello.

Under exactly the same cool, gray skies in Keene, New Hampshire,
Jack and I were married on this day.

Jack was a police officer and I was a bartender.

Our combined take home pay was $140 a week.

We bought our first house just before the wedding for $44,500.

The interest rate was 13%.

We grew our own vegetables and made our own

wines and cordials to save money.

Through immense joys and sorrows,

1 lovely daughter, 10 dogs, 7 cats, 

6 house moves, 62 years of combined careers

and 30 sheep later

we wouldn’t trade it for the world.

It’s been a fleeting and never-dull ride!

We feel most blessed.

shearing day was fantastic with full sun, a light breeze
and temps in the 60’s.

our shearer, Andy Rice, arrived with his new border collie pup, Meg.

she is 10 weeks old…so cute and cheerful. while Andy set up

Luna and Meg got acquainted.

Luna was sooooo excited at the hope of a

playful companion. Kalie, our other sheltie
is not the playful sort (yet).

Patty Blomgren of Centre Artisans came

to work with me to sort and skirt fleeces.

she and Luna had a moment together during set-up.

fleeces came to our skirting table

as fast as we could sort

Georgia got sheared,
a spotted wonder.

meanwhile under the skirting table Luna and Meg

had fallen in love.

they rolled, ran, woofed, chased, napped

and played some more.

for Meg it was great,

for Luna it was heaven.

it got hot and Meg found the extra

sheep water buckets and

thought they made a dandy swimming hole.

Patty kept the flow going at the table

Daphne’s fleece

Charlotte’s turn with the blades

shearings done and with the quirky dry and

above normal warm weather

I (and am sure the sheep) are glad to be gifted

with a handsome pool of fleece off their backs.

now I begin to re-sort fleeces to prep for

raw sales and what ships for yarn and spinning fibers.

it’s a long day but a fleece farmer’s

reward for a year well worked.

back home after the long trek from Australia.

 as Dorothy says “there’s no place like home”.

I walked into the kitchen in the early morning hours from the airport

to spy the box of ashes from our ewe, Jackie-O on the side table.

her tests (demanded by the state and here)
all came back negative, as I knew they would.
she died from natural causes
despite the frenzy to find a deeper reason.

although cremation for farm animals is over the top,

in this case I was not willing to have her 10 great years spent with us
 tossed into some firepit with all their other specimens.

so we took her ashes and spread them this week across the fields where she lived her days here.

and the last handful was spread near her old companion Ashley and another lost lamb. 

Luna has done it again…her gregarious, friendly self
met an abandoned barbed wire fence.
it is nasty and will take a month to truly heal at this writing.
I won’t even dare to show the actual damage.
Luna is amazing. her heart is huge and her spirit soars.
she never complains and is always a happy soul.
she needs to teach me a few things!
but I do think she needs to find a part-time job
to help pay her vet bills

the composted manure has been tilled in for the 

Polygonum tinctorium (indigo) and Isatis tinctoria (woad) planting.

our planting timetable is still 7 weeks away 

but for now the manure and soil are

having a love fest.

our neighbors belted galloways have offered up a new calf

this week. it is a regular stop enroute to watch
him go from nursing to napping to sproinging.

our far field protected a family of goose gourds
all winter yet
showing their wear this week

I got the last round of sheep coats washed
and ready to mend before shearing next week.
ghastly job.

permanence.

although the stones shift in these old walls

it usually goes unnoticed to the naked eye.

a century plus and here they are.

solid, stable, comforting.
and a spring sun sets beyond.
there is balance.