An old stone wall marks the boundaries of the overgrown pasture. We meet at the height of his land where the woods give way to an old pasture, he, the woodsman, and I, the shepherd. An old stone wall remembers when that pasture lay green with grass. I have my sheep dog by my side, full of exuberance, and he … Read More
Our reassuring voices did not seem to make much difference as we loaded our first two Gotland ewe lambs into the back of our van. As we drove down the long driveway, the lambs stood at the back window of the van looking out as if to say goodbye to their home and family. They had a 7 hour ride … Read More
Take a 10×10 foot space…….. Add a few props…. And fill it with yarn! That, my friend, is how it all begins at the Vermont Sheep and Wool Festival. Friday afternoon, vendors and shepherds arrive to the fair grounds in campers, vans, trucks, trailers, little houses (yes, one vendor pulls a little house), and cars. They spend the next few … Read More
In Vermont, change marks the beginning of each new season-change in weather, change in color, and change in activity.WinterThe beginning of winter brings smoke curling out of chimney tops, frost on old farmhouse windows, and mittens, boots, and woolen hats piled by the front door. Snow shoe trails wind up the steep field into the trees. SpringSteam billowing from sugar … Read More
Three things tell me that autumn is upon us- Morning mist. Morning Mist Sunlight through the trees. Morning Sun Streams Through the Trees Fallen red leaves. A Red Maple Leaf
