Stillmeadow ~ Artisan Handcrafts
White sheep, white sheep on a blue hill.......
When the wind stops, you all stand still
When the wind blows..... White sheep
White sheep, where do you go ?
This poetic verse came home with my school age daughter many years ago. It set the creative mood
which has become a necessary part of our lives. We invite you to journey through these pages to
discover how the first white sheep influenced our perspective and led us to a gentle place in time....