Tansy's Golden Fleece

I've been trying and trying to take some photos of Tansy in full fleece before I shear her, because she looks absolutely spectacular this fall.  But so far, none of the pictures I've taken do justice to how she looks in reality.  Every time she walks by me, I just stop and catch my breath and say, "Ooohhh, Tansy!" because she has such a stunning fleece. 

Of course, she has always had a great fleece, but this year it's really something special.  It hangs down to her ankles in these pale, shining, golden waves, and I already know from previous years how soft and rich it's going to be.

Part of me can't wait to shear her, to harvest that magnificent crop of wool she's produced.  And part of me hates to shear her because she looks so perfect right now.