"God gave us memories that we might have roses in December." ~J.M. Barrie
Well, ladies and gentlemen, another sheep sale weekend is upon us. For those of you who are new followers since last year, each April we sell show lambs to 4-H and FFA kids to show at the fairs in the fall. That means I'll be sneaking out of work early and road tripping it home for lots of sheep showing over the next 48 hours! So far, I think that we have made it through the pre-sheep sale without a single screaming fight and no physical violence....can this be true?!
The last two years, I've written blogs commemorating my favorite memories of sheep sale weekend. So....you can read about my first sheep sale with Mr. Franklin and you can read about my last sheep sale with Mr. Franklin.
Although I love the sale every year--the time with my family and getting to catch up with all the show family and getting to see how all of the lambs look--the sales will never be the same again. The little man in the green dairy judging jacket and floppy eared hat left a hole too big to fill.
And so this weekend, we'll go on with the sheep sale. Ever cognizant of what is missing......today and every day. Ever thankful for the time we did have with him. And ever grateful to have roses in our December.
The Past Few Weeks
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