needle felted

. . . Sheep: What’s up, movita? movita: Not much, Sheep. Sheep: What’s that box for? movita: You. Sheep: Whatiddy what? movita: It’s for you. You’re going to get into that box, and then I’m going to send you to live with my friend, Shannon. Sheep: I don’t think so! That box looks pretty small……

‘Tis the season, you know. Stephen likes long walks through forests and meadows, burrowing, and meals of grass and leafy greens. Oh, and give him a herbaceous flowering plant and he’ll be all yours. Soft from head to tail – in a manly way, of course. Happy spring, y’all! .

It could be the warm weather. Or perhaps the Ironwood lambs have me hooked. It could be the wee rumps. Or the sweet, soft faces. I just can’t seem to get my fill of sheep these days. .

I like sheeps. Do you like sheeps? Morley is waiting. I knew it. You do like sheeps. .

She’s going to be living with someone very special. Packed up into a little cardboard crate (with air holes, of course), to wing her way to her new home. There will be lots of books there, and a dog to keep her company. Happy spring! .