Sunday, August 31, 2014

Looking up and putting up

The clouds were glorious today, but I didn't have much time to look at them.

Rick did the picking; I did the processing. (While I worked inside, Rick and Brian worked outside stacking our big pile of firewood in the woodshed.) I now have a dehydrator full of drying prunes, seven quart jars full of cinnamon applesauce, and a crockpot full of simmering apple butter.

That's only the beginning at . . .

Saturday, August 30, 2014

Thankful

It rained!

From fresh-faced . . .

Friday, August 29, 2014

Reprieve

At the end of what will probably go down in the area's record books as the second hottest August ever, we are finally getting a reprieve from the heat. Buh-bye, 90+ temps; don't let the door hit you on the backside on your way out!

Homemade bread+Tillamook cheddar+homegrown tomatoes
=BLISS!
The seasons, they are a'changin'. The sun is coming up noticeably later, and goes to bed sooner. The horses are shedding their summer hair. Our tomatoes are finally producing enough for more than the occasional salad accent. The yellow jackets are getting meaner; one got me yesterday morning after years of escaping their nasty stings. The State Fair is nearly over, and school has started. (For us; we're aligning our homeschool year and schedule more closely to our church's school than we have before.) There is a certain urgency in the air; do you feel it?

There's a chance of showers this week-end; I'm crossing my fingers. Even if we only got enough to settle the dust I'd be happy.

Bring on Fall at . . .

Thursday, August 28, 2014

An unusual opportunity (or two)

Remember Blake's beautiful fleece? How about his son Bart's, which is even more gorgeous?

Both Blake's and Bart's 2014 fleeces were reserved last year, but health problems have curtailed the buyer's ability to spin. So these two fine fleeces are unexpectedly up for grabs, long after I'm usually sold out. I'm posting them here for my readers before advertising them on Ravelry, where they never last longer than a few hours.

Getting those sold will help buy hay for the sheep. I just got a call from our hay guy who didn't think he'd have 2nd or 3rd cutting this year but ended up with a little – for $8 a bale. OUCH!

Speaking of fleeces, I still need to monkey-pick Benny's and get it covered. (News flash: This morning Benny asked for and immensely enjoyed some attention for the first time since he was a wee thing!) I'm on the fence about coating Barbados; he's for sale, but if he ends up staying here through next spring's shearing, his fleece would be more valuable if covered.

If Barbados is here through the fall, it would be mighty tempting to breed him to a ewe to see if he'd pass on his amazing fleece and stellar conformation and type. Which ewe? Well, I only have one who isn't related to him, and I may be trading her for a moorit ewe lamb who is Annabelle's granddaughter. (I really want to trade for Annabelle's daughter Bloom, but Franna isn't willing to part with her; the aforementioned ewe lamb is by Bloom's son.) Although I am thinking of breeding my big Bali girl this fall, I don't plan to make a regular practice of breeding ewe lambs, so that leaves no options for Barbados.

Or does it?

Somewhere in a flock far away

That's all the teasing for now from . . .