Showing posts with label Sheep. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sheep. Show all posts

Friday, March 2, 2012

It's March, which can only mean sheep!

I remember  ... long long ago and far far away... Grade three, actually. And every month we made a picture for our calendars. And the March picture was (always) sheep. Spring lambs, so sweet, and then they are let out to pasture, and March weather being what it is, they get all muddy.
I was surfing the net and found this fun site. Sheep and wool.

They have a yarn CSA. Community Supported Agriculture. Good on them. Hope you go to their page.
Yesterday I soaked a few Sweet Pea seeds, and today I planted them, just outside the office window. I feel very lucky to have found Renees Seeds at our local Buckerfields store. I've only grown the Spencer or Cuthbertson varieties, which are lovely, but I'm really looking forward to seeing these. I planted "April in Paris" and Cherie Amour". How can I go wrong?

Sweet Peas, Cheri Amour
Happy Spring Gardening!

Monday, March 21, 2011

Spring Lambs

What a pleasure it was to go out to Lindahl Farm for a visit, and to see the new lambs.
Anybody have a snack??




Although it's still chilly, and rainy, and mucky, you just have to smile at these lovely ladies. I had a great day looking around the farm, and then a 'cuppa' inside by the fire, visiting with Marilyn. A perfect day.
You can buy glassware, meat, honey or eggs from the farm, here's their website http://www.thebeestore.com/Home_Page.html and email address lindahls@shaw.ca
Happy Spring!

Sunday, January 30, 2011

Sheepless

Aren't they lovely? This is what my 'obsession' is about. Simple sheep. I like their faces, their lovely wool, their sound, and even the smell of a clean barn. I'm not so much into lamb chops, but even that, on occassion would be OK. We live in a bungalow on a lot, not an acreage, and so I am sheepless. I've been thinking about this quite a lot, (just ask my husband) and I've come to realize that I don't really want sheep. To own and care for them that is. I just want to look at them, maybe paint their picture, or use their wool to knit some wonderfuly warm garment. And so, I am happy being sheepless. I will, of course refer to them in future posts, but I think the need to own some has past. Until next time.