Summer continues to race along at an amazing pace. The other day, The Farmer was saying to me “I remember when I was a kid and the summers seemed to go on forever…..” I guess the older you get, the faster they go.
Our rain is continuing. At least our well won’t run dry. The rain is making the sunflower farming extremely difficult. We have had to replant many rows at least once because the seeds have rotted. We’re still not finished planting and amazingly, we haven’t given up yet. We know one flower farmer who continues to plant sunflowers in Vermont until the 20th of August. It will make for a late crop and we hope the frost doesn’t come early.
Last Monday, as scheduled, two sheep shearers turned up for the flock’s big day. We had to borrow a neighbor’s barn because of the rain. It was oh so hot and humid and miserable. Julia and I had gotten back late the night before from NJ. Talk about culture shock….. As I stood there, picking up dirty, smelly wool in the heat all day long, I couldn’t help but compare the suburban lifestyle of my childhood to the life my family and I are living now. Never in my life have I gotten as dirty and odorous as the days I handle the wool from the sheep, skirt the tags (that’s the manure folks, from the back end), and bag up the nice parts of the fleece getting poked with rose thorns. I’m not complaining – I’m just comparing my life then to my life now.
The day starts early at 7:30. The Farmer had the sheep and lambs all contained in the barn. The day has a real rhythm to it. The Farmer catches one of the sheep for a shearer and nudges it out through the gate. The shearer grabs the head and gently turns the head a certain way and the sheep falls to the floor. Then the shearer gradually works his way around the animal in a set pattern that has been developed over the years. In a few minutes, the sheep is let go and runs off to join the flock, much lighter and cooler than she began. To me, they always seem much happier and freer of their long coat. Then I step in and pick up the wool and take it to the skirting floor. I pick off all the nasty tags and then bundle it up and place it in a bag. Depending on how heavy the fleeces is, I can usually fit two to three fleeces in a bag.
One of the shearers – Kevin Ford - is a blade shearer. That means he shears with no power. After each sheep, he sharpens his blades on a stone and then moves on to the next animal. Here are some photos of Kevin working his magic. He is wonderful to watch – so gentle with the animals and amazingly quick. He stayed until 6:30 at night and sheared 80 animals. His stamina is amazing, along with his strength.
This fall Kevin is traveling to Norway to complete in the World Sheep Shearing Competition. He and one other shearer will represent the USA on the Blade Shearing Team. He has shorn sheep all over the world – New Zealand, Australia, Ireland.
This is my favorite photo of Kevin's blurred hands and shears as they strongly clip the wool from the ewe.
Tomorrow, I’ll add some more photos of the Bruce shearing with his electric shears……
BOOK PARTY - MAY 5-6
to celebrate the publication of my new book
CRAFTING A PATTERNED HOME.
Our colorful 1751 farmhouse will be open to the public. On view will be many of the projects that are featured in Crafting A Pattern Home along with many other things I have made over the years.
This event will be a celebration of the handmade. I hope the day will inspire you to add some pattern and color to your home.
The event is FREE. Books will be available along with some other things I have made. For more information and directions, see the EVENTBRITE PAGE HERE. Although tickets are not mandatory, it will help me get a count to know what to expect. Hope to see you here in western Massachusetts in May.