It's always this time of year, from Mid-August to October that I have a have a hankering for lanolin in the flesh.
In short, I always flirt with the idea of getting sheep again.
We are juuuuuuuust beginning to tip into my favorite season of fall. Remember my previous post about that? The wool sweaters, the crunchy leaves and the apple pie? (actually, did I mention apple pie in that post? If not, then imagine that I did.) Now, wool sweaters makes me think of, hmm, wool. And wool comes from sheep. I like sheep. I like them a lot. And it's as we're tipping into and finally embracing Autumn that I need a lanolin fix. To hear those funny 'Baah's' and feel yarn still in the primitive state on the back of an ovine. The annual Flock and Fiber Festival in September both helps the fix and hurts it. I hang out in a barn full of sheep for the day which feels great, but it also makes me want a flock of my own again. A few summers ago I got to "babysit" a quartet of Katahdins, and I loved those creatures. Hmmm... Sheep.
Any way, just a random muse for y'all. ;)