Drawing Challenge: Sheep

William Blake the visionary



My little Blossom



my field of dreams





vintage putz sheep - etsy

 


Sheep Boy available by request in my shop

 


Carl Larsson's home

Sheep. Ah yes, my sweet obsession.

what is it? why do i love thee so?

Its a piece in the puzzle.

The treasure hunt of my life.

The distinct by hazey memory of a life lived

in a Swedish Farmhouse

or handstitched art farm

with family and history

where all flock together

in peace

no matter fur , wool or feather.

say hello to the rest of the flock

Elisabeth

Rachel

Ariane

Nadine
Patrice
Jasmin

anyone else? please join us!



She still loves me

Blossom finally got a haircut. It was a big deal finding someone with the proper shears for her overdue coat of wool. I thought she'd never hold still, would hate me for life for subjecting her to nicks and shaving trauma but instead she is happy. She still lets me play with her ears and scratch her bony head. We didn't even have to hold her down. The pigs got out and found her wool on the ground. They went CRAZY! Rolling and snurfing and coming up with wooly moutaches and beards dangling from their snouts. It was one of the most hilarious farm moments to date.

Blossom is the best Lamb dog a girl could ask for.

One drawback...the sheep part, she poops often & on the go and eats my flowers.

oh well.

xo milady

The Yearling

my little friend turned one today. one year ago she was born and one year ago tomorrow i would give her to myself for my birthday. this year, i am going back to the sheep farm to bottle feed this year's crop of motherless babes. i will try really hard not to bring them all home.
i am also going to visit some newborn miniature goats.
i never said i wouldn't bring home one of them.
besides, blossom could use a roomate.
remember this?
i love my weird life.

xo milady

Blossom & Dot

Sheep milady in my etsy store

hello, i'm cute

are you my mother?

Rosie and Blossom

sweet little miss Dot

Meet my new love, BLOSSOM.

I recently had a birthday, April 16th to be exact. I felt old . It was a miserable snowy day and nothing about it felt unusually special. A friend left a message about some bum lambs that needed mothering. I had a naughty warm feeling in my heart...and said YES without even telling my husband. Next thing I knew, I was at a lambing shed looking at 1000's of sheep and as many newborn babies. Mr. Field, being a hardened sheep farmer, still had a softness in his way which made the sad bits a little easier. Life and Death. The lessons of farmlife. At the far end of the barn was a little lean -to with warm orange lights and dozens of little wooly newborns and a super nice lady with a baby bottle. Knowing I was coming, she picked a hopeful one out for me....may I introduce....BLOSSOM.

I will be documenting Blossom's progress with a Flickr because, well, i'm slighty obssessed with her. I actually took 2, Dot a teeny little twin who never really had a chance to nurse in the wee frigid hours after birth, stole my heart with her floppy bunny ears and single black dot on her side. I slept with her by my side all wrapped in towels. I held her all day in my lap - a riduculous late spring snowstorm had us housebound. Rosie and I watched the Boy in the Blue Pajamas...a quiet deeply sad movie about the holocaust, while Dot lamely swallowed drops of sheep formula from a syringe. I put her down for a short bit when she peacefully slipped away.

Of course, we all wept.

On a happy note, Miss Blossom is well, blossoming! She is smarter than a puppy and I am totally in love.
The nice farmer said, "you just don't know...some just don't have the will to live"

Blessings Miss Dot.

xo milady