Wednesday, May 29, 2013

With Great Sadness...

My dear Blossom has left the Art Farm.

2009 2 weeks old
2010 1 year

 The last photo a few days ago...after her annual shear
 Blossom and blossoms   spring 2013
that wonderful wool!
Free range friends
                                                                 Goodbye Friend
                                                                May you rest well <3 friend.="" my="" p="" sweet="">
Friends, with a great sadness I regret to inform you that Blossom has died. For all of you who have gotten to know me via my sheep, I trust that you know what a gaping hole she has left on the farm.
 She got kicked by her best friend, Magic, the white horse. She followed her everywhere, no fences needed, the pair roamed freely like elegant lawn decor.She never failed to make me smile, seeing her walk by my window, giving me friendly bleat as I rapped on the window or called out to her.Whenever I went out to feed she'd be there. When a car drove up to the house, she'd be there too. She was not your ordinary sheep. She was the incredible Lamb-dog we all (including husband) grew to love as much as I did.
Blossom was one in a million. A dream come true - a pet lamb! Although I could never replace her, I am heading to the lamb shed to see who else needs a mom.  I need it as much as they do. I've picked out a sweet little girl named Remy who I had planned to bring home as a companion for Blossom. Remy has that unusual air about her. All lamb with something else mixed in. A trusting friend. More on her soon.

Blossom is buried with our family pets around the box elder memory tree. We had to get a cowboy to come over with a big back hoe and dig a hole. I'm quite certain he was confused.

You may wonder, why a sheep? why so dramatic? Well, all i can tell you is that friends come in all shapes, color and fur.  A bond is a bond and love knows no boundaries.

 "The heart knows a hundred thousand ways to speak -Rumi

Sunday, May 26, 2013

Fly Little Bird, FLY!

My firstborn graduated yesterday and will be 18 years old in a matter of days. Her time has come to fly from the nest.
This week and the months leading up to it have been a sweet mixture of excitement and dread, love and sadness, nerves and zen...all backdropped by this huge GOODBYE.
I don't have an empty nest yet, there are 2 little brothers in tow, but the family is changing as we prepare to send off the baby girl who started this whole family thing.
We are so proud of this girl, her spitfire soul graced with elegance and compassion. She will soar out there in the world because she is not afraid. She is smart and wise. She is fun and controlled. She can communicate with precision and stands up for her beliefs. She is present and has beautiful strong wings.
Fly my daughter, fly high! I will be right here with my hand over brow shading the bright sun while I watch you soar.
xoxoxo Mama


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