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I see sheep in our future.

I see sheep in our future.
February 8, 2010 Mary Jo

Have you ever witnessed yourself teetering on the edge of SOMETHING BIG? Paused for a split second, maybe, to give a nod to the importance of the moment, then skipped on ahead to officially venture past the point of No Return?  I distinctly remember being there before, while opening up my crisp new copy of Animal, Vegetable, Miracle by Barbara Kingsolver while (conveniently) in the midst of a new home search.  (that had at least something to do with landing us here on these Five Green Acres)  And here I am again.

And wouldn’t you, too, want to tuck one of these little sweeties in your purse and bring it home?  Can lambs really be any sweeter? Yes, they can, I venture.  They must be even sweeter when they live in my back yard.

All of this is a roundabout way of saying we went on the most lovely farm field trip last week.  It began innocently enough, with the burning desire to make some Waldorf-style dolls.  Waldorf-style dolls require luscious wool stuffing, buttery-soft cotton knit fabric for the body, and wildly-beautiful wool yarn hair.  I conjured up the fabric and yarn hair in a hurry, but the wool stuffing stumped me a bit, until I remembered having a tie to a wool farm.  (Remember the Camp Hat? Refresh your memory here.)  When I spied the newborn lambs on the Circle M Farm blog, I knew that sending a check in the mail and waiting patiently for my wool to arrive would not suffice.  A field trip was in order.

What I didn’t realize until we drove up was that the farm was home to all kinds of lovely animals.  Grazing together in biodynamic bliss were sheep, goats (DAIRY GOATS!!!! Also on the wish list), chickens, and a goose or two.  I knew I was in big trouble before the seatbelts were unfastened.

Isadora and Errol were completely enchanted with all that we saw.

But as exciting as sheep, goats, chickens, geese, dogs, horses, cows, and a pig were, it was the barn cats that most captured this little girl’s heart.  And I spied a wee little loophole in the ABSOLUTELY NO CATS IN OUR HOUSE EVER EVER EVER EVER decree imposed by those of us with cat allergies. (the voting majority)

This wool.  I am unequivocally, head-over-heels smitten with this wool.  And its sheep.  I’ve traipsed waaaaaaay past that point of No Return, wandering into Craigslist-land, feverishly looking for sheep for sale.  I could build a fence out of the number of instructional books just added to my hold list through the library.  Good thing, too – sheep need a fence, right?  And some kind of shelter, I’d guess.  Lots of practical things stand in the way of running out this very minute to collect my sheep.  Lots of things, yet that all fades into the periphery as I walk into my studio, am faced with the bags of this wool, and immediately experience heart palpitations.  Every time.

So, how long till we can get some sheep?

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