Fairy Lace

Fairy lace abounds on this damp, misty, really sort of dreary morning.  Grandma Lena always told us that these were little fairy tables left behind from the wee folks party during the night.  From this morning’s evidence we can only guess that last night’s party was indeed wild and wonderful (because… after all… this is West Virginia and even fairy parties here are wild and wonderful).  The spiders also seemed to be in on the fun as this beautiful spider web was left hanging from the bumper of the truck.
Here’s hoping that the fairies will visit your neck of the woods… have a lovely weekend.

Rotating Pastures

Summer is a constant cycle of rotating pastures… trying to minimize parasites and get the most out of each paddock.  The ewes and lambs were moved to the barn pasture a few weeks ago so this weekend we moved the yearlings and wethers to the knoll paddock after it had been brush hogged with the Squealer (love that name).  Then we brush hogged the paddock that the yearlings vacated, encouraging new growth and disrupting the life-cycle of any paraistes they left behind.  In a month of so it will be ready for new tenants.

We also set up temporary fencing in a section of the barnyard that we neglected avoided mowing for a few weeks, and loosed the bio-mowing ewes and lambs.  This, in an attempt, to stretch the barn pasture for a couple more weeks when we will wean the lambs.  We are trying to prevent the added stress of moving them twice… in two weeks… in this heat .

Speaking of heat… this weekend’s hazy, hot and very humid weather had us all seeking the shade whenever we could.

Summer Colours Week – Day 4 – Rainbow



rainbow hand dyed yarn



a rainbow
and… of course… another rainbow

Day 4 of Summer Colours Week at Poppytalk, and today is Rainbow.  We were going to try to do something fancy for today, but got really involved in a natural-dyeing project (more on that later, probably next week).  There are plenty of lovely contributions in the Flickr pool.

Summer Solstice

“Now summer is in flower and natures hum
Is never silent round her sultry bloom
Insects as small as dust are never done
Wi’ glittering dance and reeling in the sun
And green wood fly and blossom haunting bee
Are never weary of their melody
Round field hedge now flowers in full glory twine
Large bindweed bells wild hop and streakd woodbine
That lift athirst their slender throated flowers
Agape for dew falls and for honey showers
These round each bush in sweet disorder run
And spread their wild hues to the sultry sun.”

– “June” by John Clare