Its always nice to feel the rhythm of the earth as the seasons turn. When January rolls around, the ewes are fat and heavy with expectation. Soon the first lamb of the season appears in the barn. Tippy on its little feet and slimey with goo, it noses around the wooly expanse of its mother world, searching for sustenance. By the end of the month the barnyard is full of lambs racing around the field like schools of fish dart in the sea. The lambs grow fast on their mother's rich milk. As spring comes marching in, the returning sun prompts the grass to grow. The days grow warm, the lambs grow fat, shearing day comes and once again the ewes are free of their warm coats and the wool shed is stocked with another year's supply of wool.
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