With lots of bright sunshine and warm temperatures, I spent most of the morning washing our last fleece from the February shearing. This is Maggie's fleece, probably the best of the lot with an excellent rating.
The cats greatly enjoyed this activity, playing with the bits of wool that fall to the ground when I skirt the fleece.
This is our story, in real time and in photos. It is neither unique nor unusual nor extraordinary. But it is our story.