So far, I'm a hundred bales short--maybe--two more sheep may go to a pet home soon. Oh why didn't DH get the phone number of the nice lady who said she'd be back for those 2 ewes after their barn was finished . . . I'd better have an extra 40 bales.
See how that goes? 40 bales takes up a lot of barn space, some cash-- we don't make our own hay anymore, and have to buy some.
Simultaneously, I'm canning, freezing and giving away all the garden produce; apples now, too. I'm drying a lot of apples in the little dehydrator. Better snacks than pretzels, I think!
We've also been cutting and cleaning up limbs from a big tree. Two weeks ago a young man came out to cut curly willow for his wedding decorations. We have these curly willow trees, I advertised it on Craigslist. . . he happened to be a tree trimmer by trade.
We both got a very good deal, there. Love those country trades.
Today I had a visit from some fiber-friends met through this blog. They drove 2-1/2 hours in the rain to show and tell wool crafts-- Candy and Connie were here most of the day. And a cousin and her husband whom I've never met stopped by on their long trip from CA to CT.
We petted sheep in the cold, slow rain. Well, I bet they won't forget that experience.