Today was shearing day; Ian McCrae showed up early this morning and trimmed our reluctant sheep with style, patience, and skill. Photos are coming next, but I came across these two images and wanted to share them.

Several years ago, I bought this wicker child’s sofa in Vermont. I just had this weird impulse that it would help Bud get safe. He was new to the farm, a rescue dog,  and was very anxious. Zip is not the only royal at the farm. Bud was a prince before Zip came to her, and the wicker chair we bought him is his throne, as the wicker chair on the back porch is Zip’s (Zud), or is it Bip? (Calling the word police! Are you still there?)

Meanwhile, the pansies in my raised bed wasted no time coming out with a roar. Onto the shearing.