Well Jonathan and I stayed home on New Years eve and I worked at Mr. G's on New Years Day. My daughter Darcy, my son David, my grandson Austin all helped me unload 88 more bales of hay so now I have enough hay to get thru March and hopefully into April! WHEWWWW!!! It sure is nice to have that done. David's children Austin and Ella stayed at Darcy's house to play with Rowan and Declan that afternoon. Hot chocolate and snacks and playing with new Christmas things was fun for all.
I'm working on the plans for the after school program that starts on Jan. 9th at the Wardsboro Elementary School. Jenna Konesko and I will be teaching a 5 week class of Fiber Fun Days. We will teach the children how to process fiber, braiding, weaving, needle felting and as much more as we can fit into that 5 week session. It is very exciting to teach about fiber to students. The children will get a farm tour and meet the sheep whose fiber they work with. I plan to bring pictures of Vinca, Annika, Arwyn, Dulcie, Star, Lyra, Colby, Clementine, Chloe, Tinka, Arly, Matylda to name a few. They can each choose a picture and work with that sheep's wool! WHAT FUN!
I am also in the process of filling out an eight page form to renew my nursing license and get that taken care of. It just seems like there is so much to do and not enough time to do it. I did take a little time to spin a small amount of my Marcus & Tinka blended roving It is Coopworth/Finn/Dorset sparkling white roving and it makes you drool to spin it! WOW!! Also a lady at the "Six Loose Ladies" in Ludlow, VT called and they may be interested in my yarn and roving. It certainly would be nice to sell some of my products instead of constantly paying out for processing!
Well, I'm off to get supper for Jonathan so I will say goodnight from Maybelle MaMa
P.S. I am re-posting this blog to include the poem that Patty Blomgren sent to me after hearing about Luther's passing.
Somewhere ~ somewhere in time's own space
There must be some sweet pastured place
Where creeks sing on and tall trees grow
Some Paradise where sheep go,
For by the love that guides your pen
You know great sheep live again.