Either Asher or Issachar is always right there. They don’t want food as much as attention. This morning as I brushed Lulu, Issachar leaned his head on her back and looked at me.
I gave him a kiss on the top of his nose.
On Sunday, as long as the roads are clear from all the flooding, I’ll bring my wool to the Vermont Fiber Mill. Issachar’s wool will be made into roving. Some I’ll sell to spinners and felters, but most I’ll make into dryer balls. I already have a long list of people who want them.
As always, I would love a skein of yarn!
Thanks
And I so appreciate that Gloria. I will let you know when I have it.
Hope those dryer balls are infused with sheep love
But of course. 🙂
Hope that my name is still on the list for the dryer balls! It has been a long time since I asked. If not, please add
I’m sure it is, but I will check LoisJean.