one day my sheep will come

A weekend in the waiting for well over a year now, due to my forgetfulness and outright missing of it the first go around, finally arrived.  The Sheep to Shawl on Oatland Island.  The rain came down, but not before a good bit of fun was had.

IMG_1061 IMG_1063 IMG_1066 IMG_1067 IMG_1069 IMG_1070 IMG_1071 IMG_1074 IMG_1081 IMG_1088 IMG_1097One day my sheep will come.  If I have to be an old lady, so be it.  I too will be caressing her knatty fur while snip snipping away.  Teaching my grandkids (if it comes to that) to card the wool then tapping away on the pedal of spindle.  My boys, my Lee and this lady here had a glorious time.  There were rainy wagon rides, downpours under tin roofs, dutch oven corn bread slathered in honey, and many many questions asked to men and women tending to the fibers.