Been There, Done That.

 Been There, Done That.

 

The punch line is that you know who made that trip twice because apparently, she does not learn very fast. More branches to stuff into the trash bin. And still more to go later after this batch goes to the trash station. Put an old rug on top so that the branches could be squashed down, but that still did not leave room for all the other branches. Oh well. Another day, another mess.

 

Have to figure out what happened to the fastener in the ground that held onto the chain that anchors the car shed roof. Eventually it will either be found or another pounded into the ground. Meanwhile the stones that have been around the bottom of that part of the fence have somehow been scratched out into the grass just far enough to interfere with my mower. Kicked and shoved most of them back toward the fence, and now one of the boys can mow the grass sans stones. The folks who are working on Jerry’s place have begun to mow the grass over there. Glad to see it get mowed as it was becoming a fire hazard. Now just have to weed eat some in my east lot to remove anything more than three inches tall. Two of the trees out there died, and they will eventually have to be removed, too. No rain means no growth or even enough moisture to keep things alive. Deep sigh.

 

Watching a mockingbird out on the fence that Hanan built and wondered where that creature was going to find any insects, worms, or whatever to feed to baby birds this year. The back yard simply does not seem to have any little bugs out there. Once in a while a feed trough will have a few little black beetles under it that the hens attack fervently. But those are few and far between. And the troughs are seldom moved. And it’s not like meal worms are cheap enough for my hens, much less for the wild birds!

 

It's only 92 degrees right now, but my body appreciates the AC anyway. Think this is going to be a good day to just read and do very little else. Already powdered Thompson and put some Vetericyn Plus on his tail feathers. He has a hot spot!!! HOW that has happened already is beyond me. And the powder that is supposed to keep mites and fleas off of him has a truly horrible odor! It makes me wonder if heat is part of the problem because diligent searching has not turned up even one flea on him. Mites are much more difficult to see, but looking carefully did not uncover any. Guess his bed will have to be sprayed, too. Dadgumit!

 

The news has not changed other than to become more toxic and horrifying. Let us pray for peace and for the removal of those who are determined to reduce our world to ashes and heaps. Meanwhile, may God give peace to those who mourn and to those whose illnesses are beyond what this world can help to heal. Not all wounds bleed on the outside, so let us be aware of what the psychological effects of terror can do to us.

 

Rejoice in the many blessings of spring and the seasons of song. Let us rest in the certainty that we are loved.