One of the crazy illogical joys of my life is being part-owner of a flock of Shetland sheep. They live on a friend’s farm but someday, when a section of pasture can be well fenced for them and various other stars align, there will be sheep at Meander Field.
Meanwhile I am well supplied with wool for spinning and felting.
And lambs for hugging.
Local thrift stores are the source of silk, linen and cotton cloth that I use for printing, dyeing, and stitching