Barb Parry of Foxfire Fibers helped nudge the spring fiber season a week early. We scooted out to her farm on April 19th for a spin gathering.
Mystic's twin Cormo lambs were still getting used to ex-utero life. It's a tough world. You get booted out of all that womb-ly warmth and comfort, only to find that one of Mom's udders is busted, and the other one is slow to produce. Then you look around, and realize that the sister you were kicking all winter is now competition for scarce milk resources. Life would be SO unfair, but Barb brings out the bottle every few hours, giving Mystic a chance to catch up with her lambs.
April 25th followed as you expect in this most perfect of all universes. Connecticut Sheep and Wool welcomed winter-weary fiberistas. I think the temps broke some sort of record. It was an uncomfortable 92 degrees. This may have been the one festival at which sheep were happy to be part of a shearing demonstration.
Kelly did drop-spindle tricks, tossing it in front of her with a double handed twist to set plying in motion.
And was it Manise who said, "How many women does it take to jumpstart a car?"