These days, it seems like fall already. I log hours at my keyboard, drafting syllabi, requesting books, arranging meetings. Temperatures are unseasonably cool, reminding me of September or October most days, too. All that’s missing are the classes, due to start in something like three weeks. A day trip or two may be in my future, but a trip to Sheep Street Fibers last weekend reminded me I’d never posted my shearing photos from the spring.
Yes, spring. When daffodils were blooming …
The llama had been sheared well in advance of the April day we visited the shop, and they grazed contentedly that rather brisk morning.
Views of the barn and its weather vane:
Sheep stared back at me, as we waited for the shearer to show.
Gouda — all the Shetland sheep at Sheep Street are named for comestibles — was first to be sheared. I only wish my cat would exhibit such patience when I try to clip his toenails.