Today, the first day of June, is perfect. It is picture perfect. There is not a cloud in the sky, it's not too hot, the humidity is low, the biting insects haven't found me yet. (JINXED) After enjoying the ambiance of the last Firehouse Breakfast with my parents, sister, and great friends C and M, the family part of the group came back to the LLF to inspect my garden, scritch sheepies, admire the dogs, and sit on the deck under the lovely blue sky. It was also an opportunity to commandeer my sister into helping me put my dining canopy together (on deep discount at our local feed/farm store). This will allow me to enjoy my deck all summer. It's fabulous! My sister is a great one off of which to bounce ideas - she has much more focus. We bantered for a while and I figured out how to anchor this baby down, so that it doesn't end up in the sheep paddock with the first gusty day.
After they left (all too soon), I cinched my belt, pulled up my BGPs and dragged out the collapsible table (another deep discount find). I poured myself an hibiscus herbal iced tea and commenced to skirt the most recent fleeces (fleeci?). Other than the amount of vegetable matter (I'd say a half-bale of hay), they were in pretty good shape.
|And, yes, that is an (air) rifle|
in the far right corner. Damn groundhogs.
I am in awe of the great amount of talent and knowledge that some of you have when it comes to all things fleece. I am not in your class by a long shot. I look at fleece and fiber like I look at art - I may not understand it, but I know what I like. I am extremely fond of Juno's fleece - she's gone from solid black, to a wonderful blend of black, brown and grey. And the lanolin! A definite benefit from skirting three large, lanolin-y fleeces is a pair of soft hands.
Lots more went on this weekend, but I am going to stretch it out and squeeze every last bit of drama over the week. And remember - if you're snoring in your tea whilst reading this blog by Friday, it's Carolyn's fault... :)