Kit Lane
Yerbod, coming to a garden near you.
Most nights the woodland creatures at the end of the garden settle in around twilight. (with the exception of a few cows who party on til they come home)
The last few days I have woken early and wandered out to the garden with my morning coffee, enjoying the spring wonders which have at last, arrived here in the wastelands. Yesterday and again today I noticed the tell-tale skid marks of the Famous Lipizzaner Racing Snails on the stone walk. I followed the trail, slick and snotty as it was, round the corner of the shed to find a gaggle of them setting up housekeeping in the usual spot near the old log.
Yerbod was the first to greet me with a wink so I brought my old friend inside to have a natter about his long winter journey, about the racing circuit, his wins and losses, and the perils of being left handed in a right handed world.
Yerbod is made from the graciously donated wool of Clarice and Evelynn the sheep who reside down the lane. He's made by the needle felting method which involves poking wool with a special barbed needle a bajillion times until his form takes shape. His eyes though are recycled shockingly bright "mother-in-law lipstick pink/red" earbuds which have had a good soak in alcohol and guaranteed germ and ick-free.
Yerbod, coming to a garden near you.
Most nights the woodland creatures at the end of the garden settle in around twilight. (with the exception of a few cows who party on til they come home)
The last few days I have woken early and wandered out to the garden with my morning coffee, enjoying the spring wonders which have at last, arrived here in the wastelands. Yesterday and again today I noticed the tell-tale skid marks of the Famous Lipizzaner Racing Snails on the stone walk. I followed the trail, slick and snotty as it was, round the corner of the shed to find a gaggle of them setting up housekeeping in the usual spot near the old log.
Yerbod was the first to greet me with a wink so I brought my old friend inside to have a natter about his long winter journey, about the racing circuit, his wins and losses, and the perils of being left handed in a right handed world.
Yerbod is made from the graciously donated wool of Clarice and Evelynn the sheep who reside down the lane. He's made by the needle felting method which involves poking wool with a special barbed needle a bajillion times until his form takes shape. His eyes though are recycled shockingly bright "mother-in-law lipstick pink/red" earbuds which have had a good soak in alcohol and guaranteed germ and ick-free.