memories of sheep

In the end, I won't really be writing about my trip to Wales. It was such a whirlwind of a reunion that there was hardly time to sleep, let alone knit or yarn-seek. But, it being Wales, I did get to see some sheep and evidence thereof.


I used to walk along here a hundred times a day, since this pasture is right in the center of campus. The lambs would frolick here in the spring and then fatten up and settle down over the year, and they are such a part of my memory of the place. It's curious that I never asked what became of those sheep; clearly, I wasn't a knitter in those days!