At 7pm Sunday night, I rolled in to our lumpy driveway after a two hour drive home from the Vermont Sheep and Wool Festival. The frustrated lambs in the passenger area of the truck murbled slightly as I directed the vehicle down the farm field road and out to pasture. I turned off the fence, tamped it under the truck doors and released our patient lambs back into pasture. After two days of petting and poking, they were grateful for a return to green grass and friends.
I am also grateful for a return to green grass and friends, though mine actually happened at the Vermont Sheep and Wool Festival. Vending at the festival for the fifth year now feels like coming home to friends and family. I see familiar faces and remember conversations from prior years. Visitors come to my booth to say that they have driven by my farm recently, or to share the project they made with yarn from my farm. I am always floored by this – I never take for granted that people might take the time to seek me out to show or tell me that my work has had a little, tiny influence in their lives.
As always, Mom handled the complex knitting questions and helped to bolster the confidence of people who were timid about tackling colorwork projects. She really has a gift for encouraging and teaching. I appreciate my mother’s help so much.