It Takes a New Yorker

We've lived on the Topisaw Creek for 15 years now and have found, in our wanderings along the rocky banks, loads of fossils and quite a bit of petrified wood but never any arrowheads. A neighbor of ours has glass cases full of Native American artifacts that he's found on/in the creek--from spear points to clay pipes--but we've always come away empty handed. So it was a bit of a surprise when, on a recent visit, my New York born and bred nephew turned out his pockets and said (in a very matter of fact voice), "Look what I found." I'm proud to say that I only borrowed the arrowhead to take the photo. It did make it to upstate New York. And we're still searching...

A Bit Off The Top

Our Gulf Coast Native Sheep finally got their first "hair" cut, and they're looking none the better for it. Their robust woolliness is gone, revealing tiny little bodies and (seemingly) great big heads. They're also a lot harder to catch with no fleece to grab onto. On the plus side, we were left with bags of lovely, multicolored wool, ready for carding and spinning. I did a bit of spinning and weaving many years ago in Vermont--think I'll order some nice carders and find someone else to spin it for me, though, as I'm not sure I'm up to the learning curve. I can imagine scarves and perhaps a sweater in the natural hues of the wool--off white, grey, black and even a bit of brown. The satisfaction of wearing a sweater that you knitted with wool from sheep that you raised must be incredible. I'll let you know if I make it!