Yesterday our homeschool co-op took a field trip to a fiber farm, which happened to be at my neighbor’s house! It was a neighbor I’ve never met. She lives on the street behind ours, up on the ridge top. Over the hill there’s one cabin, some woods, and one farm between her’s and mine.
She was very nice! She has an 1800’s log cabin that they fully restored and filled with 1800’s era things. So neat.
She put Ada in the wooden cradle.
Ada saw this picture later and said, “I did not like that brown cradle. I only like yellow cradles. And MAMA MY PANTIES ARE SHOWING! EVERYONE SAW MY DORA PANTIES!”
Showing us how they spin wool into yarn:
I didn’t get a picture of them, but she had baby lambs with their long tails still intact. They were that brand new! I kind of want a lamb now. Shhh.
They also had goats, chickens, geese, ducks, donkeys, horses, guineas, bunnies, and Great Pyrenees livestock dogs. Basically every type of farm animal except for pigs and cows, which she said they’d had in the past. They just didn’t have any right now.
Rosie was having fun. LOL
Churning butter…which poor Ada couldn’t taste.
I don’t know why Rosie makes this face when she’s really happy. Kills me!
I convinced Tyler to go with us. He didn’t want to, but Rosie was thrilled. He liked the butter, anyway.
Rosie was holding my hand while Ada was feeding the goats, so I couldn’t move away from her to take pictures!
She had several different types of goats. An old Angora goat named Muffin who was grumpy, pygmy goats, and fainting goats.
(Or as they are referred to here, “fainer goats”.)
The poor baby goats kept fainting when all the kids would try to pet them and the owner would say, “Oh hang on, here they go again…” as the goats would flop over onto the ground.
HYSTERICAL. Tyler likes those kind of goats too.
Goats are weird. No one who gets up close and personal with a goat can *not* smile. They’re full of personality, and each one is unique.
Plus there’s always funny the rectangly rectangle eyes, as Ada calls them. Every time she sees them, which is daily since our fence line is a field of goats and we can see them when laying in bed. “Those goats have rectangly rectangle eyes! That’s just not right Mama!”
After some goat love we did needle felting with dyed wool from the sheep. I’ve always wanted to try that, but I was overwhelmed when I looked up supplies and tutorials in the past online.
Now I can just buy wool cheaply from my neighbor around the corner!
Rosie *loved* needle felting. As soon as I have some cash from selling eggs we’re going back up there to buy a bunch of wool. She said she dyes it with Kool Aid and it’s really easy.
The only downside was poking ourselves with the needles…hopefully we didn’t get a disease from the last person who poked themselves accidentally. Yikes.
For some reason I don’t have a picture of Rosie working on it with us, but she made the lady bug and the umbrella, and also the sun. I did the cat. Ada did the clouds and rain drops.
Tyler had to go to work, so we had to stop at this point and head home. Rosie could have worked on it all day I think.
I want to try making figures out of felted wool. It looks like it could become obsessive.
I wonder how much wool one sheep gives in a season…it would be perfectly reasonable to have a pet sheep just for crafting wool, right? RIGHT?
Can you believe that these are my neighbors? I finally live someplace where I fit in perfectly. I can’t tell you how that feels.
I honestly think I live in the best place ever, at least for us. There’s no where else on this planet that I would rather be right now. No other place I’d rather raise my kids or spend my time.
After Tyler went to work I did some boring chores, and then we went down to the creek to play.
The creek is just behind our house, but it’s a very steep hill and my pregnant body did not feel like walking down there and back up in the heat and humidity, so we drove.
There’s an access road that goes down to the creek because my neighbor’s mom lives in a cabin in the woods behind our property. Since it’s just a gravel road on our land I let the kids ride in the front seat down the hill. Huge thrill. Haha.
I have trouble not kissing Ada’s face every time I look at it.
Rosie is growing up into a full fledged big kid. Bittersweet!
She’s in such an awkward kid stage right now, with teeth half in and gaps from missing baby teeth, and glasses. I wonder what she’ll look like a few years from now with contacts and braces!
She’s so smart, and so anxious about everything. She never wants to do anything bad or break a rule. Polar opposite from Ada. Rosie loves reading books, drawing, and playing make believe. She’s read the first three Harry Potter books recently, but now she’s tired of them because the fourth book looks very long, and she wants to go back and read easier books that she shunned previously. She started reading The Magic Tree House series, except it only takes her a couple of hours of sporadic reading to finish one of those books. She’s *so much* like me at this age. She’s also read a lot of the American Girl books. Kirsten is her very favorite. She’s working on the Caroline series right now.
Once we drove down the hill Ada was disappointed to find that the creek was totally dried up, despite days of heavy rain.
Rosie was like, “What is Ada doing??? We’re trying to look beautiful!” I could not stop laughing.
I love them so much.
I just spent an hour writing this and the kids are still outside playing under the pine trees.