Half Moon 2012 from The Homesteading Hussy on Vimeo.
Today I celebrate this tradition!
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Friday, March 29, 2013
Friday, October 12, 2012
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
Sounds of Shearing
Nothing is certain but death and taxes. So someone said. Taxes for sure. Maybe death this December. So Nostradamus says. Well, I know for certain that every year I turn a year older, closer to death, and because of that, on my birthday, I eat ice cream for breakfast. The older I get the more I eat. Soon, I'll be needing more than two pints.
Children will lose teeth, grow, eat and leave their socks around. The seasons will change. Paul Bunyan will cut down trees. The weeds will grow in my garden, more than the vegetables. The hydrangea tree by the pond will only bloom a few blooms. My oven will always be dirty. These are just the things I can always rely on.
And on the first Monday in May we shear the alpacas. It's been that way since the beginning- whenever that was. And it has never rained. Until this year when we switched it today- a Tuesday. But it didn't matter because it's still a really really dirty job, whether it's muddy or not. I'm the one responsible for picking up all the fiber and separating it into plastic bags. There are three parts to the fiber- the blanket, which comes off the alpaca first, the seconds (neck) and the thirds, which are the legs and face and head and tail and shit and pee and vomit. Paul Bunyan holds their heads while Tom, the shearer, does his work. He gets spit on and thrown around a little. And it's dirty. You get fiber in your mouth, up your nose and under your toes. And the smell stays with you. For a long time. And there really is nothing you can do...but laugh.
I hope this video gives you a sense of how funny it sometimes can be:
Children will lose teeth, grow, eat and leave their socks around. The seasons will change. Paul Bunyan will cut down trees. The weeds will grow in my garden, more than the vegetables. The hydrangea tree by the pond will only bloom a few blooms. My oven will always be dirty. These are just the things I can always rely on.
And on the first Monday in May we shear the alpacas. It's been that way since the beginning- whenever that was. And it has never rained. Until this year when we switched it today- a Tuesday. But it didn't matter because it's still a really really dirty job, whether it's muddy or not. I'm the one responsible for picking up all the fiber and separating it into plastic bags. There are three parts to the fiber- the blanket, which comes off the alpaca first, the seconds (neck) and the thirds, which are the legs and face and head and tail and shit and pee and vomit. Paul Bunyan holds their heads while Tom, the shearer, does his work. He gets spit on and thrown around a little. And it's dirty. You get fiber in your mouth, up your nose and under your toes. And the smell stays with you. For a long time. And there really is nothing you can do...but laugh.
I hope this video gives you a sense of how funny it sometimes can be:
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Remembering Summer...I think it's gone.
If only you have 3 minutes and 24 seconds with nothing else to do:
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Sunday, May 22, 2011
A Sunset Cruise through the Desert. Wanna come?
What with deluge after deluge after deluge and grass up to our knees. What with black flies the size of house flies taking chunks (FOR FREE) from the napes of our necks. What with a fox waltzing into my homestead and stealing (FOR FREE) chickens in the middle of the afternoon. What with all this...I'm ready to go back to the desert.
Saturday, April 30, 2011
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