Ordinary Time

In my continuing effort to be 'the fun mom' thus spring break, there were some people who wanted to take a trip to Kline Creek Farm near us because I had seen there were lambs. This farm raises Cotswold sheep, an endangered breed. (I would love to add some Cotswolds to our flock, but I'm afraid with current accomodations we are full up.) It's still fun to go visit lambs, though, even if they aren't ours.  Five lambs had been born so far, two who were old enough to be with the other ewes, and a set of triplets that were pretty recent I think. There are a lot of pictures because I had a couple of photographers who were smitten. If you live in the area, you should go visit them.

This is one of those posts that I start writing, stop, reread, delete, pause, rewrite, stop, reread, pause, over and over. When this happens, it is usually because either I'm still sorting through the ideas or because I feel really strongly about something and there is a log jam of words. Or both. I have a feeling that this post falls in the 'or both' category. We'll see if I actually get anything coherent written.  Really, this is addressed to parents of trans children. (Children here meaning that the people in question are the children, whether grown or not, of the parents I am addressing. English can be awkward.) For those who are struggling, I get it. This probably wasn't on your bingo card of expectations when your new baby was handed to you. The world has changed and what we understand about science has changed, so instead of hiding people have the freedom to not fit in Western society's molds . It can throw you for a bit of a loop at first. The question t...

I don't really have much to show this week because I haven't made much of anything. What I spent a ridiculous amount of time doing was organizing the fabric in my studio closet. It had reached that state where I had begun just to shove things on the shelf anywhere it would fit. Any order that had been there at one point was gone.  And the scraps!  I tend not to have hoarder tendencies unless it is a raw material that might be useful in the future. Fabric scraps certainly fit in this category. I realized I had more scraps than I could ever do something with and it was time to clean. By the time I was done I had one large garbage bag of actual trash, I gave one large garbage bag of decent scraps away, and I gave away one large garbage bag of decent yardage I'm never going to use. Any other scraps that were left are either cut to be added to my English paper pieced quilt I'm working on or are sorted into the bags of quilting scraps by color. (These I already had, it was ju...

 

The last of our seed orders arrived today, which means tomorrow we'll be spending time getting seeds planted. Every year we change things a bit as to how we do this and this year is no different. I always find this time of year exciting because it means that consistently warmer weather isn't too far away. We're also trying a new to us seed company for many of our seeds this year, so I'll let you know how that goes. 

It is nice to have some warmer weather again. If course, it did rain all day, but that should help our drought and I felt as though I could watch the grass turning green. In preparation for the upcoming shearing and to make use of our new portable sheep fencing, G. has been working on halter training the sheep. Today was Clark's turn.  And since we're on the topic of shearing, I'm feeling a little trepidation about using these. K. often works the closing shift at Taco Bell. What has been absolutely mind blowing to me is that routinely people will place an online order, which means they've paid for it, and then never come to pick it up. I just can't imagine ever doing that. I suggested they call me and give me money to not fix them food. It would be less wasteful.  The storms today did mean a pretty nice sunset tonight. K. mucks the barn for me on Wednesday mornings. This means sometimes he texts me funny horse pictures. L. and G. are both taking history classes this...