Barefoot Weather.

 Barefoot Weather.

 

When we were young, Mother let us go barefoot as soon as the grass became green. Today would have been a lovely barefoot day for running around outside. And here the old woman sits with her SAS clodhoppers on and just imagining walking through the cool grass and kicking up some dirt. The hens have one over me in this area. Not only do they get to totally enjoy the grass, but they also get to dig in the dirt! If the seeds would sprout and come up as plants before the girls could eat the seeds, this would be a really good time to plant some sunflowers out there in the area they have managed to turn up as well if not better than a rototiller! Ah well, no seeds of colorful hue to plant right now.

 

Maggie Sewell came and got some eggs and brought egg cartons and a couple of head of cabbage for the girls. Those hens can consume cabbage almost as quickly as my dogs would gulp down a cheese sandwich! What there is about cabbage that they like better than anything is a total mystery to me, but they definitely have their preferences. Critters are not really all that different from the rest of us.

 

Sylvia and Thompson had to go out on the front porch to greet Maggie. She did not seem to mind, and as soon as they were returned to inside the door, they stopped fussing. They just needed to greet the visitor. Like kids, they are nosy.

 

This day started out just full of sunshine and a calm atmosphere. The wind got up a bit and the sky is cloudy, but at least nothing is blowing away out there. Honestly have had about enough of the high winds! You can almost bet that as soon as the mosquitoes come out, the winds will stop. But then, this is April in Texas, so it is highly unlikely that the winds will stop anytime soon.

 

Have more blooms on the apricot trees, but have looked for bees or any other pollinators and have been unable to find any. Sad. Even the stupid Bradford pear did not have the usual accompaniment of bees this year. Surely hope that all the spraying for mosquitoes has not also killed out the bees. Once upon a time a house across the street had an entire attic full of honey bees. When the guys were trying to bulldoze the house, the driver had to get off his dozer and let the others spray the place with water or something to get them to settle down. Those were some very upset bees. Naturally. That was THEIR house! Too bad the guys did not call a bee keeper to take them to new hives.

 

Sat down on the walkway between the porch and the old driveway and pulled some grass this morning. It felt good to just smell the dirt. Yes, should have had on gloves, but it was not like this had been a planned situation. Just an inclination. Would just love to be able to sit out there for an hour every day and mess around with grass and stuff. It’s not like the flower bed has a chance of being very pretty this year. But stranger things have happened.

 

Read online today about the usefulness of putting on deodorant at night rather than in the morning. Sitting here shaking my head and wondering how that would work. Hmm. According to the article, one’s body spreads the stuff better at night so that it is more effective the next day. Might try that. Or not. It would take thought to do such a thing.

 

Tomorrow Connie is going with me to Kohl’s to see if we can find some glad rags for an old woman. Might even find a decent pair of dress shoes—well, will look anyway. Nothing in my closet really looks dressy unless it has a prettier picture of a hen on it. Oh well.

 

Read something this afternoon that made me doubly grateful to have my own home and whatever is needed to keep things together around here. Some of us are just so blessed in ways that we never consider. My parents worked hard to build their first home with a GI loan that Daddy got because of his military service. And then they built on to that little house so that it ended up being a three-bedroom house. It could not have been easy for them. And here the old woman sits in a house that her in-laws built back in the early 50s. Things were different for us than it was for his parents or mine. We were just blessed to have good parents who provided for us. Sitting here wishing that it had been possible for us to do as much for our children. But it is a different world and a different economy.

 

Will leave you with the hope that whatever your circumstances may be, you can be filled with gratitude and a decent attitude for dealing with life. May you realize that God has given us whatever we have—but especially His love.