I went 'wild plum' picking today. We have a bit of a ridge full of wild plum trees. In the past we have collected some plums and when a good harvest permits, we make jam.
I had a better idea this year...
I brought home this not-quite-bushel-full home and got to work.
Washing, boiling, mashing, cooking down, straining,
and more straining.
I thought I'd try to dye some yarn with the beautiful reddish pink that these plums produce when sufficiently mashed.
3 words.
DID NOT WORK.
Silly me. When you splice open a plum, it's middle is a pale yellow.
So, I achieved a pale yellow yarn.
2 words.
2 words.
Lesson learned.
I spent some time with the sheep.
They got a new water bucket. The past few afternoons when I've gone out to check on everyone, the water has been a wee bit low. or just not there.
Cora thinks she looks especially spiffy next to it.
Aliyah and Clara have water wars about who can drink the most when I fill it up.
Annabelle and the boys, well, they couldn't care less.
So much for adding some excitement to a sheep's life.
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| "Oh, you're taking pretty pictures of the water? Well, let me help." |
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| "A little more nose perhaps?" |
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| "How 'bout some ear?" |
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| Cora's beautiful curls! |
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| Cora, trying to eat the camera, nuzzle into my hair, get some attention. |
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| Clara |
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