Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Good Help

Some of you may know Alice from seeing her in the Punkin's Patch booth at fiber festivals. Many of you know Alice by her always clever (and quick!) blog comments. Let's revisit my personal favorite:

A Hamp/Suffolk crossbred named Ewen
Said, "Sara, what the heck are you doin'?
You know that I pale
When I drink Irish ale.
It's the cookies I'd rather be chewin' !"

She's also become the guardian angel of handspinners this spring, carefully hand picking out way too much VM from our sheep's pretty fleeces.

Lovely, lovely Jester.

We are headed to Ohio Valley Natural Fibers tomorrow and I'm finally not dreading it. Thank you Alice. You have no idea how much I we appreciate all your hard work. There will be nice fiber to stick our hands in at the Kentucky Sheep and Fiber Festival later this month.

Of course, it's hard not to be overshadowed by a cute baby sleeping in a basket of discarded Boudreaux fuzz (at least it is good for something ;-) while we worked. I tried to cut down the number of pictures I posted this morning, but just couldn't do it. This one is here because of her cute little dished face. And look at her cute widdle baby lips.

Had to leave this in because of her smushed little mouth.

This one shows she still has her cute little wrinkled up nose.

All legs...

Completely cashed out - look at her eye.

Oh, if they could just stay babies forever. Sigh.


Mimi Foxmorton said...

How beautiful!
My own goatie, Darla, is growing so fast it's breaking my heart......

Shirley said...

Sweet Lila! Like most young 'uns, they are so sweet when sleeping. Perfect bed for her, much better than gravel!

DayPhoto said...

It won't be long now until she also goes to play in the pasture with the other sheep. Hang on tight as they grow way too fast.


Sheepmom said...

Why do you think there could be too many lambie pics? The more the better. :-)

flowerweaver said...

Love those speckled ears! Have fun at your fiber fests.

Alice said...

Sitting on the porch of the Wool House with a baby lamb at my feet, picking clean washed wool, with the sun shining and a soft breeze blowing is heaven on earth. You don't need a rhyme or reason to come visit, either. ;-)

Ed said...

Awww, she looks right at home..oh yeah, she is..:-)


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