april 15th: The lingering frost

A strange turn of the wheel today. While the calendar promises spring, the hills of Puget Sound have retreated into a winter dream. The mountains are heavy with fresh snow, and a rare, rolling thunder echoed through the peninsula this afternoon—a startling sound in the quiet of the farm.

I had planned to begin the shearing this week, but the shears will stay on the shelf for a few tides longer. Blodwyn and the Pygora Seven are much better suited to this unseasonable cold with their heavy fleeces intact. We will wait for the sun to find its strength again before we harvest their winter coats.

For now, the Wool Shed remains a sanctuary. The kettle is on, and I am grateful for the extra time to plan the colors of the Mist-Veiled Tide.

~ The Keeper of the Wildfarm