Road Trip!!

It’s that time of year again!  Which time of year?  Shearing!!

Sandy and I are headed to Kentucky tomorrow.  First we are stopping by The Woolery to shop to our heart’s content, then we are going to visit a couple of farms and pick up some lovely fleeces for the Fiber Binder Club.  I’ll be taking my camera along to document everything so I can tell you all about it when we get back.

And Sandy is driving her car (with 212,000 miles on her, we are saving Bettie for trips that need lots of cargo space), so I get to knit and check out the scenery for once.

I just checked out my calendar and my next “free” weekend is the third one on June.  Man-oh-man, it’s going to be a busy spring.  Bring it on, I say!

3 Responses

  1. roxie Says:

    Right now, take an ink pen and write “FREE WEEKEND” on that third weekend in June. You’ll need it.

    I love to watch a shearing. I even wrote a poem about it. Have a splendid time!

    Ewes huddle together in their pen, rolling their eyes in fear.
    A razor-edged wind slides into the barn. Fast Eddie has come to shear.
    He sets up clippers, moron and arm, a dangerous-looking appliance.
    The young ram nervously paces his cell, occasionally bleating defiance.
    The shearing floor’s swept, the clippers run smooth, Eddie nods at the owner and wife.
    They drag young Rambo out of his pen for the very first shave of his life.
    He struggles and fights till he’s dumped on his rump and held up like a dog begging treats,
    but he holds dead still while his belly is shaved. Eddie works fast and neat.
    With a flip and a twist from Eddie’s strong arms, the ram is pinned under one knee
    while the clippers buzz close to the quivering skin and the beautiful wool falls free
    still warm from the sheep and lanolin-rich, with a muddy, greasy smell.
    The sheep will give you the dirt off his back, plus sticks and ticks as well.
    He’s deftly turned, and the fleece peels off like a blanket being unrolled.
    A trim round the ears, and the ram is set free, too angry to notice the cold.
    Then one by one, in their timid turn, the gentle ewes are shorn.
    Made small andnaked, they trot outside to huddle beside the barn.
    Their lamb-full bellies rock like boats. Their mild eyes are calm.
    They know that God always tempers the wind to favor the shaven lamb.

  2. Cheryl Says:

    Have fun and enjoy the ride and knit time. 🙂

  3. Cindy in FL Says:

    Have a wonderful time! We will all reap the benefits of this trip!

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