Sunday, September 21, 2008


It's an activity in which we indulge on the weekend of the Autumn Equinox every year (barring rain and snow). We hang over the topmost rail of an old fence in the Lanark Highlands and converse with the flock of gentle Border Leicester ewes who dwell in the paddock on the other side.

There is something timeless and soothing about the activity, and it brings us back to where we should be now, mindful of our covenants with the earth and her wild things, thankful for sunlight and red leaves and flights of birds overhead, for autumn stars at night, for this harvest and season of abundance.


Nan said...

I dearly love sheep, and BLs are such a nice breed.

Anonymous said...

Oh dear me, I love the sheeps, love them!!!! They are too sweet and adorable. Somehow they seem spiritual, sending us a message of peace, peace, be still, breath, close your eyes and travel the hillsides with me. Join me in nibbling the greass. In addition, I think they are stately, like the members of parliment. Love, Sandi

Anonymous said...

Oh, oh, oh! I love sheep! These pictures made me smile.

~Flaneuse in Washington, DC

Sky said...

I want one or two or three! They are so precious. I had never seen sheep face to face until 4 years ago. I fell in love!

Anonymous said...

These sheep make me want to spin again!