Normally a plant suited to longer growing seasons than the piddly one Alberta affords, I thought my Japanese indigo would flounder, spindly stalks reaching for a sun that evaded them. But it’s doing pretty well here! I have three other pots of indigo, and the plants aren’t as impressive as the one in the picture, […]
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Behold, the grand visage of Charles the Shetland ram! We picked him up last fall, driving south in our rickety old truck to the farm we got our four ewes from. After telling the story of our scrotum-less surprise wether last year, the farmer only chuckled and shook his head. “We’ll make sure you get […]
Pussy willows: Chickens helping us work fresh nutrients into the garden: Fencing for goats (something tells me this will be an infinite task): Sorting the wool harvest! I think this is Clementine: And, because this IS Alberta… the occasional snowstorm.
This darn thing was a year in the works. I started it off way too small and would not accept the truth for 6 inches. When I finally ripped out my progress, it took me a long time to cultivate the motivation to try again. But the eyes of this bearded man would light up […]
The spirit was willing, but the flesh was 6 months pregnant. So instead of hunkering down and risking a hoof to the growing gut, a shearer was hired. Look, someone is shearing my sheep and it’s not me! Above is Eleanor being sheared. Below is her glorious fleece. She is my favourite of the five. […]
Is there anything more lovely than a very old spinning wheel and a basket full of rolags? This lovely item is a work in progress. One of the flyer arms is broken and the bobbin’s got quite a loud chatter, but even though it sounds like it’s about to take off, the thing spins wonderfully. […]
I wasn’t going to take pictures of this process, but it was too strange to let pass by undocumented. I’m not sure on the science behind why black makes so many crazy colours–I know it’s because black is a combination of various colours, but I don’t know if it’s the vinegar that breaks up the […]
This is how it started: a ginormous knitted sack-type thing that fell off my too-large-for-the-yarn needles in a loose clump. A quick trip in the washing machine, and the wool fibres wound around each other in a sweet embrace, tightening up the whole ensemble. Scrotal sac no more, behold the new lunch bag!
A winter home for the goats. We’re using galvanized stucco wire as a hopeful alternative to page wire, and crossing our fingers that it stands up to all the ruminant sex that will take place. Beautiful yarn! This is one ply of dyed polwarth and one ply of handcombed romney. It’s a beautiful yarn indeed, […]
It’s one of those things that sucks to do, but once done, makes you feel pretty damn smug about yourself. No matter that I needed two people to hold one tiny sheep down, because I had good, patient helpers. No matter that there are second cuts galore, because I still got a lot of really […]