Mothers Day

The May meeting of the Carson Sierra Spinners and Weavers guild was in Chilcoot, California today at Doris's High Plains Woolies Ranch. The weather cooperated - a little too well, in fact. Considering that it usually snows on Memorial Day, I certainly didn't expect this much sun and now have a spectacular farmer's tan, actually farmer's burn.

Doris has been lambing for the last month and this little ten-day old is her newest. Is there an animal sweeter than a new lamb?? All through the meeting we could hear their sweet little bleats and what better soundtrack for us. Being with these wonderful talented women who also happen to be my friends, some for over a decade, is a magic in itself.
Doris raises fine-wool sheep. I have spun and can recom-
mend her fleece. She let the sheep out of the barn after the meeting was over and I couldn't resist this picture, Moms and their young grazing on new grass.
Then there was a frenzied sorting of lambs calling to moms and racing and chasing, so that the group suddenly became lamb-heavy. I wish I could record sound like picture, because half of this image would be auditory. Isn't the leg-to-body ratio of lambs delightful? We had planned a skirting demo, but visiting just got in the way.
I took this picture just because I love our Big Sky Country, and then tonight realized that that's our mountain - Peterson Mountain. It separates our valley from Doris's valley. We live two miles due east of that notch just left of center. This is a migrant trail, with Beckwourth Pass out of the picture to the left. It's easy for us, but we can't imagine how hard it was for the westward-ho folks.
I left the meeting to pick up my daughter and grand-
daughter. Because I have to work tomorrow, we were going to lunch for Mothers Day today. My SIL and grandson were driving separately because they needed to go to a a birthday afterwards and son Matt met us at the restaurant. Lexie is power napping.
You see a re-
energized four-
year-old. We girls went shopping after our late lunch and she held her own, most intertainingly - is that a word? We fit in a visit to Jimmy Beans, but most of our shopping was about pink. I did end up with a killer deal on cotton sheets and towels, not pink. It could not have been a better Mothers Day.

Were was Ian? Home, waiting for the shearer.