Revisiting Old Photos....The Nature Collection

One of my fussy projects this winter has been to go through old albums and digitally save the photos I want and send the originals to those in them. In the course of filing the scans, I revisited my digital photo files and have been dumping a lot of those as well. I also rediscovered many from past years that, if they were ever shared here at all, were shared long ago. (Photo purging is a great thing to do on a frigid day!)

In Like a Lion, Out Like a Lamb

A Few Poems About Sheep

The Shepherd

by William Blake

How sweet is the Shepherd's sweet lot!

From the morn to the evening he strays;

He shall follow his sheep all the day,

And his tongue shall be filled with praise.

For he hears the lamb's innocent call,

And he hears the ewe's tender reply;

He is watchful, while they are in peace,

For they know when their Shepherd is nigh.

Baa Baa, Black Sheep (Anonymous)

Baa, baa, black sheep,

Have you any wool?

Yes, sir, yes, sir,

Three bags full;

One for the master,

And one for the dame,

And one for the little boy

Who lives down the lane.

March Comes In Like a Lion

and Out Like a Lamb

      

The end.

Wishing you a Happy Easter Week

(A quick note to reader Carolyn who wanted to know where to get the carrots used in the basket project in the last post. I found a bunch of 3 for $2.99 (and then 40% off) at Hobby Lobby, but if that's not convenient, Michael's or JoAnn's probably have them. I saw them today at Pier One for $4.99 -- same thing -- minus 20%)

Roadtrip East: Lambing Time

A short jaunt down the road from Randy and Elaine, you'll find a field bursting with a sure sign of spring -- baby lambs!

It's a peaceful co-existence, lambs, llamas, goats, a horse and a donkey, all sharing space.

It's a lovely spot -- plenty of water, some outbuildings if it's too hot or wet.



There were plenty of black and white baby lambs frolicking about -- and it was pretty clear a few of them were really into their mom.



Another borrowed a sleeping llama to use for a pillow! But all things pass and he moved on!

 

I couldn't resist their sweet faces.

This guy just wanted to play -- but he ended up curling up with one of his pals.

 

Nap time!



I leave you with a few more sweet faces, gangly legs and future sweaters of America.

 

It's time to dine!

 

But please -- don't mention the word mutton. Or lamb shanks. Just think lovely wool sweaters.

After all, that grows back!