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....