Many years ago I was a spinner, natural dyer, and weaver. Spinning was a gentle, relaxing activity. At that time I was able to buy a whole, raw fleece or buy roving, which I didn't enjoy spinning. After my daughters were born a whole fleece was just too much to deal with and I laid aside both spinning and weaving.
I love sheep -- or maybe it's the idea of sheep and what they give us that I love. I've never personally known a sheep and have had only a passing acquaintance with them at fairs, farms, or living history sites. But they look so sweet and most give such wonderful wool. I love burying my nose in the fleece of a freshly shorn sheep. A little bit of heaven.
My daughter and her husband have sheep on their farm. Their little flock is growing, especially after many lambs were born this spring.
The reason for this post is to share this bit of fun information. Not long ago I learned that there are alternative numbering systems for counting sheep which seem to have originated in various parts of the rural sheep country of England.
One variation goes like this:
Can't sleep, you say? Imagine counting sheep with the English shepherd's version: yain, tain, eddero, peddero, pitts.... Perhaps I would chuckle my way to sleep or fall asleep trying to remember the numbers. We have it easy with our English numbers, don't you think?
And now I'll tell you how many lambs my daughter's sheep had this spring: bumfitt. Or maybe there were only tain-dix lambs. I lost count.
This is a Really Random Thursday post.