Pictures and paragraphs yearn to be utilized, but fetters of obligation confine them to my mind and hard drive. When this push/pull continues for more than a day, I feel myself fraying around the edges. Blogging is an outlet – "me time." My thoughts and photographs are not important in the vast scheme of things, but I need to express them. Tonight, I finally have some time to hear myself think – a rare commodity around here. My MacBook on my lap, rain tapping on the window, the wood stove quietly crackling, dogs napping nearby, no humans within sight or sound;
I can feel the stress draining away....
It feels strange not to be obsessing over the backsides of my ewes this year. No watching for udder development or fetal movement; no anticipating the number, color or gender of lambs I'll be getting for 'shepherds' Christmas.' I suppose I should be thankful that things will be simpler this year; no lambing jugs, no evaluating and deciding who to keep and who to market, no weaning (no yelling mamas and babies!).
|Ewe's not fat, ewe's fluffy – wait, I think ewe IS fat!|
|WhitePine Sarai, fine-fleeced black katmoget|
I need to set aside time to investigate that more fully!
That's it for today from . . .