Stories from the Farm

I have been singing ‘Rain, rain, go away…come again another day’ all day long, but it doesn’t seem to be working.

Today is the first day of Spring, but it feels more like a good ol’ NW winter day…cold and gray.

Part of me would like to crawl into bed and stay there until the sun is shining again, but that really isn’t an option, so I am trying to keep myself busy with fun stuff – inside!

I set two fleeces aside for myself to work with and washing them sounded like fun.

Here is one of the fleeces…

Byeburn Hector is the donator.

Here is his fleece separated and washed.  I still have the mixed section, black/white, to wash.

Infiniti’s is the other fleece I washed.  Here is her mixed section…

and her black fiber in the sink.  I am starting to run out of places to dry them!

Another product from our sheep – horn buttons!  My husband cut a bunch for me and I sanded them, sprayed them, and drilled holes in them.

Here is another type.

He also cut some bigger pieces and I was experimenting with what I could do with them.  I’m sure someone who is good with wire could do something very cool, but it was fun!

I also started laying out my Black Sheep Gathering Fiber Art project.  This is my pile of goodies that I bought at the Spring Fiber Sale last weekend.  I don’t usually buy much at the fiber shows, but I had a list of colors I was looking for and I was delighted to see that Dicentra was there with her beautifully dyed Bluefaced Leicester roving.

I used some of her roving for the background of this wall hanging.

For my Black Sheep Gathering projects, I chose…

Maritime and…

Sienna.  These colors are vibrant and bright and different than outside today – just what I wanted 🙂

These poor little guys need some sunshine to play in, who knew the lambs born in January would have nicer weather than the guys born in March!  They seem quite happy to romp and play inside.

I think the chickens are starting to morph into ducks…they don’t even seek shelter from the rain anymore and I found them in the creek eating tadpoles and little snails.  True northwest chickens!