Tuesday, May 3, 2011
There's no help for me. Springtime makes me soft. I yearn for intense warmth in steady abundance and this year, I'm in luck.
The older barn residents and I are taking part in the education of four new- comers, born a week ago. Mama Jackquie, a six year old Oberhasli grandmother, gave birth to two little does and two baby bucks. This week, there's innocence, beauty and a whole lot of laughs springing around on sixteen gangly legs.
Our garden variety sheep offered up a tremendous amount of beautiful fleece, as well. I'm busy carding, dying, and felting small things.
Like I said, there's no help.