Sweet Issachar

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.

6 thoughts on “Sweet Issachar

  1. 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

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