A Friday ritual.
A single photo – no words – capturing a single moment from the week
A simple, special extraordinary moment.
A moment to pause, savor and remember.
Participating with the SouleMama blog.
{this moment}
Month: April 2012
solstice to solstice :: color
‘Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors,
there would be an unbelievable shreiking into the heart of the night.’
~ from Letters of Rainer Maria Rilke
response to spring week two of the solstice to solstice project
with urban.prairie.forest.
check out all the wonderful contributions in the flickr pool
solstice to solstice :: new
Earth is dry to the center,
But spring, a new comer,
A spring rich and strange,
Shall make the winds blow
Round and round,
Through and through,
Here and here,
Till the air
And the ground
Shall be filled with life anew.
~ from Nothing Will Die by Alfred Lord Tennyson
Mayhem
Mayhem ~ a collective noun, at least around here. It seems to be a name given to the yearlings each spring. Here you see them – calm, relaxed, enjoying the post-shearing sunshine. But this is not the paddock they are supposed to be in. This picture is post-mayhem.
In the hours preceding this, the yearlings, their watering trough, and mineral feeders have been moved, Moe, Larry and Jack (the three very large wethers) have been re-caught and moved, fences have torn down and re-built – twice. This at the end of a long shearing day… we gave up. They are in the barn paddock with the expectant mamas, and there they will stay until we get our plan in place to out-smart them. The worst of it is — they brought the wethers back with them… sigh.
Right here, that girl looking us right in the eye is Grace… the ring-leader. Just look at that innocent face.
Shearing Day
Thank you so much for all the good luck wishes for shearing day. Everything went very well except for Larry, one very large six-year old wether (above), who behaved badly. He finally calmed down, and that heavy year-long coat came off. Many, many thanks to our shearers, Joe and Melvin, and to all the family and friends who pitched in to help! We have 42 bags of beautiful wool just waiting for a turn on the skirting table. You should have heard the oooohs and aaaahs as the wool came off each sheep.
We thought you might enjoy a couple before and after photos. Daisy is pictured above and Juliet below. It will take us about a week before we begin to recognize the sheep in the field again. They look very different without those heavy winter coats. It is now so much easier to gauge the condition of each sheep as we go into lambing… just a couple of weeks now.
