The last day of classes on our campus was yesterday, which means that the semester is almost over. I’ve so enjoyed my sabbatical – having time to travel and write – that I hate to see it end. So I’m getting in my car and driving away, yet again.
This time, I’m going to the monastery, that cluster of buildings high in the hills in the southwest part of this state. While my colleagues are grading papers and proctoring finals, I’ll be hiking through the sheep pastures, drinking hot tea in the guest cottage, and working on my book. I’m hoping that there will baby sheep to visit and photograph.
5 comments:
I always love your accounts of the monastery. I hope you are there for the birthing of some lambs again.
A bit late for the baby babies, though? The sheep 'round these parts are all lambed out.
I hope you will see the babies, so I can see them, too!
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sigh...it sounds heavenly.
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