The 12 cashmere goats and I leap for joy to be freed from the snowy constraints of the Vermont winter by running up and down the driveway while photographer (and dear friend) John Douglas captured the moment as we were all leaping for joy at the freedom as spring awakened the sap in the maple trees, and the goats’ cashmere began to loosten as the warm weather settled in and I could begin combing it out for another years of soft-as-a-cloud fiber to spin and make into yarn.
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