Miss Spot

She's one of the first
sheep we brought home as a one year old lamb in 2000. This winter we watched as she
carried on as always. The past week I've noticed a decline and have given her extra
attention and food. The younger ewes stay close. Something that seems like respect. This morning I thought she'd gone but she was only sleeping in an odd position.

I realized how much she'd taught us over the years. Hers was the first joyful
lamb born here. And she's lived a very long life. I'm happy these are warm days for
her to eat the new grass as she hobbles around taking frequent naps. This is a time
of passing and appreciation, not too sad at all. My heart is full and grateful to this animal for what she's taught and shared.

Sweet March lambs

What a happy surprise this morning...twin ewe lambs!

Lovely white crosses on their faces. Graham ram's pretty daughters with Judy, a people curious 2 year old. Judy comes up to the sliding door and jumps up to ask
what's happening.

This is one of the sweetest times of year for us.

Goats in the air...

I stopped in at Art Propelled today. Yesterday I worked on these
goats in a tree.

Goats seem to be going around lately. Or is it the same principle with a car-that you notice them everywhere once you start driving some model?

Snow coming tonight. Great day for sewing!

Two flowers growing

And three mountain goats in the moonlight...

Flower dreams

The cold finally came and I put on more socks.

I imagine the flowers are dreaming of spring.

Two flowers

This little cloth was inspired by drawings of plant propagation in a memo book
(from 1962!) in a box of papers from mom's house. The electrical
'maps' drawn in another book remind me of landscape maps. After a long, dry spell
running around trying different things I feel at home again with my cloth making.
Talked with
a friend today who is going through her own dry spell as a painter. I remember that awful blocked feeling between the good times when stories come freely.

Maybe the way to stay out of those dry spells is to look at everything with an eye
to what else it may have to say to us? My friend and I talked about books which led her to her bookshelf and a book given to her in the 60's by a great teacher. Inside was an encouraging letter from this teacher. Amazing how these things go, isn't it?