The lilacs have come and gone so quickly this year - probably because of the wet and cool weather we had through all of April and most of May - and it's already time for the lupine to appear; fireflies are lighting up the field at night and the songbirds are in full chorus mode each morning. This morning, a pileated woodpecker was working away at a tree somewhere along the back creek, and the rat-tat-tat-tat echoed across the fields and made Henry and me both pause for a minute to listen. On our way back home, Bode scared up a huge porcupine in the woods and his owner, Ed, and I watched it scurry up a huge pine tree faster than one would think a big, old porcupine could move.
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| soft raw wool in the grease |
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| Roger Junior and Roger Senior |
How it got to be June 8 already is beyond me. It was almost a whole month ago that the sheep were shorn; the fleeces are still bundled in sheets and stored on the screened in porch; hopefully, I will be getting to them to skirt this weekend and finding a spot to have it all washed and carded. I've decided that in order to get serious about all of this wool, I will need to invest in some longer staple fleece to spin with mine since the Babydoll wool is too short to have it spun on its own. It's all a process. The learning curve is sometimes frustrating for me but it's all part of understanding more deeply. Eventually, the Salty Ewe Farm will become a sustainable venture; I need to find patience. Watching the lightning bugs helps.
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| wool soaking in pot of dandelion |
