|Marta's fleece could be finer, but she is otherwise a perfect, petite package!|
|I'm seeing more organization to her crimp than before.|
|Can you say "absolutely black"?!?|
|Tiny, organized crimp, just like Dad's (Whistlestop Bunker) – and hopefully as fine!|
If you see a fleece you can't live without, I do take reservations. No financial obligation on your part; reservations simply give you first dibs should that sheep still be here at spring shearing time.
I was going to ride after finishing chores while it was still comfortable, but Rick asked for my help getting hay. Considering that he's done the lion's share of the hay hauling and stacking this year, how could I say no? With the load we got today, we now have 14 tons in the barn. There's room enough left for the couple tons of third-cutting orchard grass we're hoping to get for the sheep; that should give us all we need. Hay is expensive this year, but at least it is available; I hear there is no hay to be had in much of the Midwest.
After a dry but pleasant July, the first weekend of August is turning into a scorcher. Veggies in the garden are coming on nicely; there are green beans, zucchini and a cucumber to pick, tomatoes are turning red, and there are baby bell, jalapeño and anaheim peppers galore – and even one small watermelon. We are always thankful for the groceries our garden, bushes and trees provide!
Wishing you a great weekend, from . . .