The story of our family of five six that has been uprooted from a city on the plains of Canada and find ourselves in a village in the French Alpes.

Consider yourself informed.

Monday, July 4, 2011

More chèvre


finding the source


Micah’s class had some more goat activity, although it wasn’t goat cheese like last time, but rather wool.




 Susan was one of the meres-de-helper for the trip. I think she really wanted to go as her penchant for car sickness with its accentuated sensitivity during this pregnancy was a great combination for a bus ride up a narrow winding mountain road


I always thought Dr Seuss invented these



.  Basically they got to see an animal-to-wool life cycle.  Of course everything just seems so much more spectacular when your in a high-alpine meadow (where ‘alpine’ actually means Alp-ine) in the beauty that we are surrounded in here.


dying the wool

the finished product

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