Salad Days?

 Salad Days?

 

Some days nothing really appeals to one’s appetite, but today a chopped-up broccoli salad with pecans, grated cheddar, chopped fresh broccoli, some small slices of turkey, and craisins just hit the spot. It isn’t hot, but it is so very tasty. Even the hens appreciated the little bits of broccoli from the stalks. Speaking of which, lunch had chopped broccoli leaves and stalk, some bamboo shoots, beef slices, and some kind of spices to be considered Korean beef dinner. Whatever it was, it was definitely spicy. Not bad, but not the greatest either.

 

Yesterday the blog got typed up and posted in Blogger but not in FB under Common Sense. Guess no one missed it, so there’s that. Maybe things will be a little more organized this evening—or not. Jennifer and Lance think their mom is getting forgetful. Now, is that any way to think about your mom? Just realistic, maybe.

 

Sylvia has been cold all day. Tried putting her jacket on her, but it would not close under her belly. Guess who got too fat for her jacket. Ordered a couple from Chewy along with a treat ball for the hens. We will see how they react to it on those days when they can’t be allowed out of the coop. Kinda dread those days because it is going to be knee deep in cold and snow if they can’t be allowed outside. They have fresh water in their heated bowl and plenty of scratch and meal, so they won’t go hungry, but they may get bored. The little treat ball is supposed to keep them busy chasing it.

 

Everything froze in the green house part of the coops. Guess that is no surprise since it does not have a heater of any kind in there. And then there are the holes in the top where the hail made it well ventilated! Oh well. Maybe in the spring it will be worth messing with. Only have one plant in the house—a spider plant. Well, and an African violet in the kitchen window. If the house gets colder, that one will have to sit on the dryer to stay warm enough. Have the humidifier on to keep enough moisture in the air, but not sure that will help the plants.

 

Anyone stepping inside my house and noticing the TV table would quickly understand that dogs live here just because of all the treat sacks and jars. There’s a dog brush, dog ball, sprays for hot spots, and assorted doggy things. Yep, this is definitely a dog house. Don’t know what I would do without them. They are so much company.

 

Absolutely know nothing of any value. Shuffling around here all wrapped up in my flannel shirt and hat whenever venturing out to get the eggs or check on the girls is hardly newsworthy. Did read one thing in FB today that made sense—shock of the nation! Someone complained that not one officer of the law or whatever came to help them while they were stuck in a traffic jam for two days on the interstate. The guy who wrote an answer to that complaint made the points that WE are responsible for our own safety. If we are dumb enough to drive in ice and snow, we should be prepared with shovel, kitty litter, extra water, extra lighting, extra food, and whatever else would keep us fairly safe for a couple of days. That made sense to me. No one is responsible for our decisions to get out in that mess. If we can get in it, we better be able to deal with it. When Donny and Jerry were here and able to be of help, it seemed wonderful to be able to get to the hen house or whatever. But without anyone in the neighborhood to help now, taking care of myself and the critters is up to me. Realistically, no one else is going to be here for me. Can’t see bringing fourteen hens in the house either! Can you imagine going into the bathroom and having to gather eggs?! There is not enough newspaper in Wichita County to keep the floor clean! Oh well. Folks in Europe used to have their cows living with them. Guess that would keep everyone a little bit warmer, but imagine the smell!

 

Will suggest that we all need to be grateful for the many blessings in this life. Thank God for the critters and the means to feed and care for them. Thank God for our families and the patience to rear the children and listen to their opinions! Then we can praise God that our families love us in return. Rest and rejoice in life, dear friends. You are loved.