It was a bright sunny day at 45 degrees, a beautiful day for the ewe to have her babies. She did well for her first time. She gave birth in the back pasture in the sun. By the time Richard found her at 4 in the afternoon, she had already had them clean, fed, and up walking.
I am settling into the slower Autumn rhythms. The shorter, cooler days are perfect for baking, spinning fiber into yarn, and spending the evenings snuggled into a good book. I still have 2/3 of the 55 gal drum of sheep wool to wash, card, and spin. I’ve started “Herman the great sourdough starter,” he lives on the kitchen counter through the fall, winter, and spring. I rarely bake in the summer; the oven makes the kitchen too hot. I am glad I wasn’t a woman in the old days, cooking on a wood-burning stove year-round. I miss cooking on the Southern Comfort wood cook stove in the winters of my girlhood.
