Sheep in mist. For all the muddy, misty walks ive ever taken. And picking wisps of wool from brambles and keeping it in little wooden match boxes. And the easter holiday on the farm in dorset when i was 7 or
My Dad sheared the sheep. He would bring the baby lambs into our house to warm them, when they were shivering from cold, wet Minnesota weather. We put a lamb in a low box, on the open door/oven warming them up slowly.