Today I went to the Yolo Wool Mill's open house, out in the middle of the farmland between Davis and Woodland, California. I really can't express my excitement to you over the internet, but I trust the pictures will do the job for me.
There were people there selling wool and roving, and we got a tour of the mill, where we learned how the wool is processed, and got to see the old machinery they use to do it (one machine was made in the 1920s). I was fascinated by the wool processing, so I'm going to save those pictures and devote an entire post to the whole process.
And here is my little bleating friend, who felt like a bag of jelly when I picked him up. What is it about a tiny little cry for help (a bleat, if you will) that gets my heart a-fluttering? Sorry it's sideways, there's really nothing I can do about it.