Baa Baa Black Sheep have you any Wool?
Driving along the road I was greeted with a flock of sheep. Like a parade they came with their bells ringing, taking over the entire road leaving me little choice but to pull over and admire them.
Their master, a Shepard for over thirty years, told me he was bringing his sheep down from the French Alps, and that he would stay in the area until June 15th. Then when the heat of the Provence becomes to hot to bear he will lead his sheep back into the French Alps.
The autumn sun warmed my back as the Shepard and I watched the sheep enjoy their nibbling. Where ever I was going took a back seat. It was if this moment was meant to be... meant as a reminder to enjoy the gift at hand.
Happy Saturday.
Photos: Sheep in Provence.



Gorgeous photos, Corey. And a wise, gracious woman you are.
Posted by: shelley noble | 21 November 2007 at 08:15 PM
Elizabth - after nearly 2 years of blogging, I am only now starting to find bloggers of a similar cloth.
So I've taken the liberty of starting a French Blogger blogroll. If it grows it could be a useful and interesting resource. It would certainly benefit from your insights.
Info here: http://terrecuite.blogspot.com/2007/11/new-chez-nous.html
Posted by: Stewart Paterson | 21 November 2007 at 10:47 AM
I love how the sheep in Europe have tails. That's always fascinated me!
Posted by: leslie | 18 November 2007 at 09:41 PM
How lovely, how European, how true!!!!!
Posted by: Linda Harre | 18 November 2007 at 06:02 AM
What a beautiful sight, Corey! It's Someone's way of giving you a good excuse to chill out in the driver's seat so you can take in all the gorgeous scenery.
Posted by: susanna | 17 November 2007 at 06:47 PM
He herds the sheep from the French Alps to the south of France, and then back again! Wow!
It sounds like you've met a wandering kindred spirit!
Posted by: Beverly | 17 November 2007 at 05:33 AM
great photos. I love real people.
Posted by: Rick | 17 November 2007 at 04:02 AM
Good reminder that sometimes you just need to stop and pull over....smell the coffee or flowers or the grass.
Posted by: tommie | 17 November 2007 at 03:09 AM
1 sheep...2 sheep...3 sheep...4...oh me, oh my...more...more...more...Have a wonderful weekend, Corey. ((hugs)) :-)
Posted by: Hasmin | 17 November 2007 at 02:02 AM
Those photos are so lush I want to run my hands through those wooly coats. Thanks. Have a wonderful weekend as well.
Posted by: Mrs. G. | 17 November 2007 at 12:05 AM
Wonderful, lovely post. Merci!
Posted by: fleur | 16 November 2007 at 09:31 PM
Corey, Remember...your Dad and a few Uncles usr to be Sheep Herders. I know it was Uncle Danial? & Uncle Phil, your Dad too,I think.
Chris
Posted by: Cousin Chris | 16 November 2007 at 08:33 PM
This warmed my heart. I love sheep. They are pretty/handsome don't you think? The idea that you soaked up the moment is wonderful in itself.
xo
Posted by: cheeky | 16 November 2007 at 08:03 PM
Corey, thank you for the beautiful moment! You're such a blessing. xox
Posted by: Elaine | 16 November 2007 at 07:49 PM
What a cute experience!
When I was in Barbados I found out sheep don't grow wool because of the heat...they look just like goats only their tails point down :)
Posted by: phyllis | 16 November 2007 at 07:33 PM
Wow! That's one of those very special gifts! Thank you!
Posted by: Steph W | 16 November 2007 at 06:04 PM
Words and images to wrap myself in, thank you Corey... XO
Posted by: Lea | 16 November 2007 at 05:38 PM
These photos give me a warm fuzzy -- and it's not just the sheep's wool! :)
Posted by: andrea | 16 November 2007 at 05:37 PM
No truer words have been written.
Posted by: shannon in oregon | 16 November 2007 at 04:49 PM
This entry and photos were immediately relaxing. That is one joy of road trips, when you take a back road and have to wait for the sheep or cows to cross the roadway. They are in no hurry, therefore you shoudln't be either.
Posted by: martina | 16 November 2007 at 04:48 PM
oh to live in a place where shepards travel with their flocks, where the sheep where bells! How beautiful, I am so glad you were able to stop and enjoy.
Posted by: AmandaMay | 16 November 2007 at 03:56 PM
P.S. Wanted to add that your blog posts are an absolute "gift at hand (or keyboard, as it were)", too. ! So good to pause and reflect and uplift.
xoxoxo
Elizabeth
Posted by: Elizabeth | 16 November 2007 at 03:39 PM
Thank you for this lovely reminder to "enjoy the gift at hand" and revel in a slower passage of time. Especially liked how you took the B/W pic of the Shepherd with his flock, as if this was taking place in a more distant past. Enjoy and embrace your weekend!
Posted by: Elizabeth | 16 November 2007 at 03:26 PM
The Shepard is handsome and so is his flock, especially the "black" sheep!!
I think sheep are beautiful creatures.
Posted by: rochambeau | 16 November 2007 at 03:13 PM
pulling off the highway of life...savoring an unexpected moment...allowing onesself to be carried along in the joy...
now what was a i doing?? i ask with a happy shrug!
Posted by: qualcosa di bello | 16 November 2007 at 03:04 PM
Happy Saturday and Sunday to you! Sometimes, we need to be made to stop, don't we?
Those shepherd's paths are very old, aren't they? Aren't they protected by law, now?
Posted by: tut-tut | 16 November 2007 at 02:04 PM
Ohhhh...how blissful this seems! And like a fairy tale! Taking the sheep from THe French Alps and back again...what a simple wonderful life!
Posted by: Pam Aries | 16 November 2007 at 01:39 PM
Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full!! How cute!
Posted by: My Melange | 16 November 2007 at 01:10 PM
Going to turn into a shepherdess?
Here is a French child's song for you:
"Il était une bergère...
et ron et ron
petit patapon
Il était une bergère..."
Many memories are bleating back to my ears... from the French Alps and Pyreneas, from the Isle of Jersey, Scotland, Wales, Norway and Greece.
(By the way, French sheep go Bêê Bêê ...)
Posted by: Marie-Noëlle | 16 November 2007 at 12:58 PM
I love flocks of sheep... I have only lived near places where they wander onto the roads a couple of times in my life - but always enjoyed the enforced roadblocks.
Some of the most absolutely beautiful pastoral views I have ever witnessed were emerald green spring fields in Virginia, cropped short by flocks of sheep still wooly from the winter, with tiny lambs gamboling at their sides...
Posted by: tlchang | 16 November 2007 at 12:57 PM
to enjoy the gift at hand - the best way to live!
Posted by: Pauline | 16 November 2007 at 12:50 PM
Beautiful photographs as always and a magic moment, I could watch sheep for hours.
Posted by: carolyn | 16 November 2007 at 12:21 PM
Mary had a little lamb...Are they not one of our most endearing creatures? Of course the backdrop is an absolute plus as well.And to think that shepard is doing something that is a timelss tradition.Now where's that scarf I was knitting? Susan
Posted by: Miss Maddie's | 16 November 2007 at 12:18 PM
Aren't they the most innocent animals...so cute, it reminds me back home where as I child I used to see sheep gazing all the time. I have not seen any since I lived in the US...hmmmm
Posted by: Frieda | 16 November 2007 at 12:06 PM
So nice Corey!
You live in a wonderful place.
Rosemary
Posted by: Rosemary | 16 November 2007 at 11:51 AM
Ewe are loved.
God bless the keepers of God's fur angels........
Love you
Shepherds we have heard on high..............
Posted by: Jeanne | 16 November 2007 at 10:44 AM
Cute post ..thank you for this lovely moment
Posted by: le petit cabinet de curiosites | 16 November 2007 at 08:43 AM
What a lovely and peaceful moment for you Corey. A memory to treasure and a "new friend" until June.
Posted by: AnnieElf | 16 November 2007 at 08:28 AM
Another one of your excellent examples of "stopping to smell the roses".
Two beautiful places that I have had the the good fortune of visiting the "south of France" and the French Alps.
~elaine~
Posted by: Elaine L. | 16 November 2007 at 08:24 AM
I would love to have witnessed this. Never seen a flock of sheep wild. Just the bored ones in a petting zoo. How very amazingly wonderful.
Posted by: Scarlett | 16 November 2007 at 08:19 AM