Fall is a time of migration...of humans as much as for birds and other such things. As temperatures drop, humans migrate as reliably as our furred and feathered friends do. When the wind starts to howl, when the skies cloud up,, when frost grays the dawn, humans begin their moves...to computers, shopping malls, and to comfy chairs with knitting needles and balls of yarn nearby!
Welcome to our farm blog! This is not a personal window into a million friends, how times are changing, or opinions of lousy politicians, but rather a blog about a sheep farm struggling to become known in a sea of agri-illiteracy. In our modern world, sheep farms have fallen off the radars of most of humanity, it seems. While the animal lovingly known as domesticus sheepus is more reliably seen behind fences on the pages of children's stories and the word 'fleece' makes people think of fuzzy plastic at the craft store, truth is, sheep farms and their fiber are flying under the radar with as much sophistication as the modern day bat planes of spying governments (well, almost...ok, maybe that's a tad exaggerated...). Armed with loud baas, soft wool, and fierce determination to be finishers of all things knitted, Wheely Wooly Farm is surely an adventure for all who migrate to the posts and pictures of our farm story!
We hope you enjoy reading about our little woollies with their sweet, funny antics and featherlite fibers! We hope you learn of the adventures domesticus sheepus bring to an otherwise doldrum modern life (such as finding motivation to remove yourself from that comfy chair REAL quick when you see sheep bounding past the living room window...). We hope you will be inspired to see the sheep with the eyes we see them with...as partners in joy, adventure, and living. The lens of this blog has already inspired many people, brought awareness of that feeling we've dubbed 'sheepus joyous', and perhaps even educated a person or two. But mostly, this story has made the migratory journey, just like ourselves, from fields and concrete grayness to the warmth of a cozy arm chair under the click of swift-moving needles intelligently tangled in the lightest, fluffiest, most amazing yarn a knitter can find. It's a call to all those who migrate. Come find us at the market for a wonderful rest stop in a sea of soft yarns. Tired muscles find rest and restoration in the thoughts of time spent knitting something beautiful and rewarding to wear! Feed the weary modern mind while looking at the pictures of the animals, fibers, yarns, flowers and views at the farm...while sitting in the glow of your computer screen or mePAD, safe and warm. Experience the joys of knitting with the lightest, fluffiest, nicest smelling yarns you've ever had, while anxiously anticipating the outstanding performance of warmth on bitter cold or wet and clammy days. All of these things are anticipated in the migratory preparations. Needles and patterns are gathered up, the chair is moved to the warmest place in the room next to the brightest light, inventory of old clothing is taken, coffee and tea supplies are stocked up (and maybe a bag of cookies is stashed away...), battery chargers found and put in place.
We welcome all of you, both those who've just flown in and those who've returned year after year! We hope you'll enjoy following the life of shepherds on a sheep farm. And while resting in our waters, squawk, whistle and howl about us to all your friends and neighbors about the joys of domesticus sheepus!
Happy squawking, whistling and howling everyone!
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