And it rained and it rained and it rained.
Anyone remember Andy Griffith’s “What it was, was football”? We had a beautiful light show complete with sound effects around 3 a.m. this morning. I would have enjoyed it more except the dogs were trying to sleep under me, beside me, on top of me. The main reason I didn’t enjoy the storm more was sheep. Sheep as in we were going to finish shearing this morning but I forgot to put them up last night and wet sheep cannot be sheared.
Oh joy…not.
So, my darlings are carrying Lord only knows how many extra pounds of wet fleece and I’m still up against the question…when will we finish shearing? It’s totally my fault and I feel foolish. I should have put them 
in the barn last night but I forgot. By the time we got the mare and her colt loaded in the horse trailer and then I finished evening chores, I simply forgot. I did spend two hours in a tub of HOT water, trying to alleviate the pain of a pulled shoulder muscle. I’ve noticed the older I get, the more attention I have to pay to pain and find ways of alleviating and dealing with it. When I was younger, I would work through the pain and it would, eventually, dissipate.
Some of my time has been spent on a new venture called Fiber Femmes that Leslie Shelor and I have started. Fiber Femmes focuses on women world wide who are involved in all aspects of the fiber industry. We’ll showcase, promote, publicize, have fun and, hopefully, make some money, with this new on-line e-magazine.
In order to help promote Fiber Femmes, we’ve got a blog where we talk about what’s happening on our farms, with our animals, our fiber projects, interesting things, etc. We’ve having a lot of fun and think we’ll fill a very large niche market. There are lots of magazines for knitters, crocheters, some for weavers, some for fiber but none that cover all of the fiber industry.
We’re looking for folks to write articles, send in photos, buy advertising and join in our fun. If you’re interested, check out the Fiber Femmes and let us know.
In the meantime, I
‘ve got to get to farm chores and then prepare some food. A dear man passed away and his wake is tonight. Clyde Woods was a gentleman and beloved friend; go in peace, Clyde. We loved you well.
Sandra, Thanks for dropping by my blog and commenting … it helped me to find you here at Thistle Farm. Yes, I DO remember “What It Was Was Football” ~”they would run at one another, hit one another, throw one another down, G-R-I-N-D their feet into one another and I don’t know what all, and when one of them got hurt they’d tow him off and run another on.”
I’ll be back.
So much going on! Hope the sheep are feeling comfortable without their fleeces!
Sad about the dear old friend; I love that picture with the banjo.