It's up!

Beautiful silvering Faye, on a snowy February morning

The new website is up and running! http://www.redbrickroadfarm.com It's far from perfect, but improving every day. It's a big improvement over our old site, plus it will be much easier to update. I believe in the adage, "a picture says a thousand words" or that an image is more influential than a substantial amount of text. No doubt, I'm more of a visual person than a writer.
Websites appear differently on some computers. Let me know if it looks funky to you, or if there's something you'd like to see. I'm always looking at ways to improve!
Please also note, we are changing internet providers. Our new email is rbrfarm@centurylink.net

Frosty, frosty

I awoke to the frostiest landscape I've seen
in 14 years on our farm.
Absolutely breathtaking!
Stella bumped up against the fence,
and was covered with frost. The temp was zero, but sunny and still.

It was an amazing morning to be outside.

Olivia and I took a walk up to the secret garden.

Even the scraggly elm in the ram paddock
was beautiful today.

Belle is always quick to investigate anyone on the road,
and was happy to find that today it's only me.
Mornings like this are priceless!

Winter mornings

I'm not much of a morning person.
I need good, strong coffee before I venture out into the cold.
A chorus of hungry baa's greet me, and I get a few suspicious looks,
"Where have you been? Can't you see we're starving?" Everyone follows me with their expectant eyes....Pregnant ewes are always hungry. And sometimes irritable!Bellys are starting to get round, and there's still
over a month until we begin lambing!Belle, the watchful guardian, always on the lookout,
even when she's been up all night barking at coyotes The sky is full of contrails, jets heading west from Chicago.
A beautiful, sunny morning!

In the Bleak Midwinter...

(Evening in the south pasture)

In the bleak midwinter
Frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron,
Water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow,
Snow on snow,
In the bleak midwinter,
Long ago.

Verse one, written by the English poet Christina Rossetti in 1872.

(Ewes waiting for breakfast)

I love that poem. I love winter days.
Having the time to catch up on some reading,
gazing out the window watching the birds,
feeding my flock of sheep,
watching the ewes as they grow heavy with lambs...

(breakfast is served)

(some of our own hand dyed Lopi yarn!)

Time to do some spinning and knitting,
skirting fleeces, taking photos, editing photos,
working on the website...

(a moorit Icelandic lamb fleece)

Cooking up deliciously hearty dinners
in my new Le Creuset french oven...
(yes, it's worth every penny!)

We missed out on the latest big snow.
Hoping for more soon!