Warshin’ Day


3 Skeins o Jaanet

Ten skeins o’ Jaanet warshed and set. One to go. My abilities to take closeups are limited. Lookit:


Verreh bad Closeup of Jaanet

On the other hand, pulled a ram fleece out of the suint bath, popped Teaben’s 2018 fleece into the suint bath. Found Jaanet’s 2017 fleece, and decided to hand warsh rather than FSM it. So warshed about 4 oz of Jaanet 2017. Pretty stuff, I’ll tell ya.

Tonight, after finishing the last skein of Jaanet 2018, I’ll be carding Mia 2015. She’s a very white, soft sheepess. I wish she still lived here. Her fleece was cleaned in the FSM, so it’s quite lanoliny, which is lurvley, but by the time I’m done spinning will need a hot water warsh.

Anyway, that is Sun Day here at the farmette in NoFla.

See ya later, bye! *wave wave*





Six Feet of Mia

After a weeklong soak in the FSM tub, pulled Mia’s fleece out and gave it a good rinse. This is what we have. Lanolin filled much less barnyardy yearling fleece. Today is a lovely day in the 60s, like me, after 2 frosty cold last days of winter here in NoFla. So nice to have a fleece to work on. With the sun today, Mia just might dry.


Closeup of this Little Girl Fleece

Now, don’t panic. This is still not “scoured.” I like spinning in the grease if I’m not blending. It’s really a lot easier on the hands. When this is finally spun and washed it will be much “whiter.”

Any hoo. This is the project of the week. There is still another fleece left in the FSM tub. He’s a dirty old man, so I’m leavin’ him to soak another few days. Not sure who’s goin’ in next. One of the biggies, I think.

Jaanet is just about all spun. Another night, maybe. Then her skeins will be washed and ready to knit. WHOO HOOO!

Monday of Bleak


Rams in upper pasture

Okay okay. It’s March. Today is mild but raw. Tomorrow night we’re into the 30s again. This after a couple weeks of 80 degree weather! We’ve had a couple days of rain, and the grass is growing again, so the boys are having a nice feast. Good on ’em.


Ewes in lower pasture

The ladies and lambs are in the lower pasture. Not as much grass, but more blackberry canes and access to shelter. Oak trees galore. And Mayhaws. And sandy stuff and bahia, not rye.


Oak leaves under my feet in the house pasture. HA.

Alright, I know these pictures suckalot, but that’s because I have Miss Emm with me and the sheep go further and further away from my lens, except for baby Rooney who thinks Miss Emm is very cool, much to his maa’s dismay. Such is life. I’ll get better pics tomorrow. See ya later, bye! Wave wave!


A Gray Sun Day Farmette in Flor’da


Ewes and lambs


Miss Emm not sitting still

Course, the sheep wanted their picture taken, but they were too far away for my crummy zoom so they’re all fuzzy, soft focus need an imagination to see them as sheeps. And here’s Emm, loving to be out with us, taking a walk, sitting on command, smiling into my face, and as soon as the camera clicked, she was up and on her way. Hence she beat the shutter. Every time.


Went down to investigate?

He did not beat the shutter. Looks like he went down to investigate. Into the roots. Holy Hootis. Reminds me of a crime story in Ben Lomond ca 1980.

In the almost garden


Dill, Eva Purple Ball, Genovese Basil, Rosa Bianca Eggplant Seedlings

Okay okay, the time has come, my Curly Lumpkin said, to think of many things. And the main thing is food for the Spring. So, we’re sprouting seeds and getting the starts into flats of potting soil. So far, so good. Boo hiss on the indigo and old roselle I’m trying. Likewise to the Yellow-eye Pea Beans. Waaaaah. They’re not havin’ it. But those who are havin’ it, are HAVIN’ it and I’m delighted. This is a garden of “what we have.” Biggest investment to be TIME. I have TIME. Time is my friend. My enemy. But it’s what I have as far as resources go.

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Roselle, Sweet Potato Slips, Mint

This is the roselle that started. Not a lot, but guess what. That will become a wall and give us tea for a year, not to mention stir fry greens! The Sweets? We shall see. And yes, I splurged on a mint. The sheep ate my ancient sprawling mint. Who could blame them. I keep waiting for a new shoot. Nada. Bit the bullet. Bought a spearmint plant. How can you live a life of pleasure without a mint plant?

Where did the Year Go?

Today is the last day of the second month of 2019. Okay okay. Where did 2018 go? Not too sure about that. Lost in a sauce of politics and French mystery novels.

Being the end of the month, the month we start seeds and prep the garden and work on fleeces because, lawdy lawdy, the shearer is coming in a couple months, I started a new FSM tub. Hey now! Three fleeces in one tub! WOOT!


One – a no-name, ram, obviously the end of a fleece parted out for sale in ounces a year ago; two, literally the tail end of a very old fleece; and three, Mia’s 2015 yearling fleece in all its gawjustness. Oh I’ll bet she turned into a beautiful ewe. Hope the new owners appreciate her.


FSM Tub with Mia on Top

Here’s to this year of the Curly Lumpkin clan!


Happy 2018


Kay and Billy

2018 came in with a WHAM! Cold weather. Ice. Freezing rain. And, of course, lambs.

Jaanet went first, and delivered a beautiful little boy we named Aandrew. Lily was next – in the heart of the storm – with a ewe lamb we named Lisaa. Next morning, Kay had Billy.


Lily and Lisaa

We worried about Kay. She and Jaanet are first time mommas – both 2 years old. And though Jaanet, once a famous bottle baby, handled birthing like a champ, Kay had a rough time. We had to strip her milk and put Billy on target, and even then, she was less than thrilled with the concept of nursing.

All is well now, though, and the 3 mommas are sharing the maternity ward with their lambs and lots of hay!


2018 Lambs & their Mommas

Every time I think I’m getting too old for this, we get faced with a lamb or a chick or a puppy, and my world view changes right quick. Speaking of puppy…say Hi to Emmolee!


¬†Emmolee the Flyin’ Puppadorg