It’s peaceful on the farm this time of year. It’s our favorite time The lambs have been weaned from their mothers. The new ewes and ram have settled into their pastures. The two ewes, who had late lambs and are still nursing, are quietly taking good care of their little ones. Ruby Slippers is growing up and eating grass like a real sheep. (She’ll always be my baby, though). The big dogs haven’t run away in a while. Even the pygmy goats are industriously eating their way through the shrubby bushes in the West Pasture and you can see the grass. All is well.
Bill sold all the alpacas. He wants to concentrate on sheep now. I miss watching the alpacas’ graceful beauty but I feel good about who we sold them to. The new owner spins and knits and will be able to do something with their luscious fleece.
When we are not having thunderstorms, (which we’ve had a lot lately), Bill and I like to sit on the deck and watch the sheep graze. I know to some people that would be the most boring thing in the world to do. It’s our favorite thing to do now. I thank God for leading us to this farm and for knowing it was exactly what we needed at this stage of our life. It’s so peaceful. And Amen.