Hold on for one more day

It's taken more than half my life, but I've finally mostly learned that when I'm staggering under emotional burdens, it's best to keep my thoughts to myself. Sharing my dark mood comes back to bite me when the burdens ease – and they always do, sooner or later (hallelujah; praise the Lord!).

My sweetie brought me a "pick-me-up" bouquet

So after several heavy (and hot; did I mention how HOT it was?) days, my mood is up 30 degrees and the temperature is down 30 degrees over this time last night.

Click to biggify that beautiful, crimpy fleece!

That means tomorrow is time to buckle down and SHEAR SOME SHEEP! I got Blaise done on Sunday; one down and five to go (plus one to roo). Scissor-shearing takes me quite awhile, but I skirt as I go so when I'm done, the fleece should be ready to weigh and ship. That's why Blaise sported a huge 'cowl'; I removed her trashy neck fleece first (then her belly and britch wool), leaving the cleanest, coated part isolated for harvest.

Hunky Bogie

The Littles, not as little anymore; Bernadette, center, still looking moorit

Six wandering lambies...

and one climbing on me for attention – that would be Brigitte

The lambs spot a wolf on one side (Jackson),

then a wolf shows up on the other side!

"Mom! There are scary wolves out here!"

"Hmm; maybe not so scary," says Bardot

Sunday was also the last day the ewes and lambs got to enjoy pasture time, because I found a couple of foxtail awns when I sheared Blaise. Poor ewes and lambs; they didn't know that was their last meal. If they had, maybe the lambs would have spent more time eating and less time playing in the driveway! Nah; they probably would have played more. ;-)

That's it for today from . . .