We were blessed with a beautiful weekend. The foliage was awash with yellows, oranges, golds, and reds. You know it’s funny, on it’s own, I don’t particularly like yellow and orange. I certainly can’t wear them. But light up the landscape with these colors and I am a happy camper. I can’t take enough pictures. In fairness to you, I have edited the number of photos I’m sharing.
There was yarn dyed to match the scenery. What’s that expression? Art imitating life? I even toyed with the idea of buying a skein but the village voted that I could not pull off the color.
We took a aromatic stroll through the llama and sheep buildings. These animals were full of personality.
These guys looked like “hippie” sheep.
I loved how this sheep peered at me through the fence.
I admired the different natural shades of cream to brown.
The sky was a brilliant blue. Even the clouds cooperated, they were perfectly fluffy and stayed off in the distance.
I love looking up through the trees.
We got a chance to pat this llama, he had great coloring. I’m always a little leary of llamas. Years ago at a pumpkin farm a llama spit at my father-in-law. Now I ask first, pat second!
Doesn’t it look like he is wearing pantaloons?
I leave you with a few choice sounds from the sheepish fellow.
