washing of the wool

…consumed most of this very hot day in this cool moist rocky valley stream (found after a three hour drive the other day in search of the perfect place to bring our 80 sheeps-worth of filthy but gorgeous just shorn raw wool for washing al fresco, which proved difficult during these semi-drought conditions of no rainfall in the past month and a half – leaving most of the local streams dry) usually the home a dramatic waterfall, and it’s absence leaving the perfect spot to prepare our bags of wool for carding, felting, and ultimately crocheting into the European Domestic Integrity Field rug.