The Green Stuff.
Yeppers. That is grass and a whole pot full of weeds out
there. Think one of the weeds is even a bull nettle! Now how did THAT happen?
Oh well. About Saturday the weeds and grass will at least get trimmed back by
the local lad of all kinds of work. Have a few extra things to chop down—danged
Paradise tree that got knocked down some years back still has roots out there.
And then there are the Western Soapberry tree sprouts! Those things come up everywhere!
Need to get my gloves out and see if one of the boys will dig out the Eve’s
Necklace sprouts before they become trees, too! Love the green color and the
stuff we can do this time of the year, but all this good stuff contributes to
some hard allergy days. Ah, well, we will survive the sneezes and snorts.
Dust mopped and then wet mopped both the living room and
kitchen. Dogs paw prints were totally covering those floors. Thompson never
gets too excited by the mopping stuff, but Sylvia thinks she has to follow the
mop somehow. Silly dog.
Have you ever seen a nest of sparrows? Tried to think if
that had ever been one of my experiences. Never have seen sparrow nestlings!
That is not to say they don’t exist, but just have never seen a nest of
sparrows. This morning a very small sparrow looking bird was in the water where
the dogs jump in to cool off. Have
thought before that maybe putting a stick or board inside might keep critters
from drowning. Had a toad get in it once, but just lifted his happy, hoppy butt
out and set him on the ground. He was just fine, if a little wetter than he
would have preferred. Right now, the sparrows are out front pulling the fibers
out of the cedar bark. Wonder if they are making nests.
Fed my dogs their homemade food this morning and got the
idea that they appreciated it. Cleaned it up rather quickly. Then had to give
the salad mix left in the fridge to the hens because the edges were getting
brown—rotten around the edges, ya know. Takes so little time for that to happen.
May have to end up giving them and the dogs the rest of this chicken salad. One
person just can’t eat all this stuff at once. Hate to waste food! But if it
goes to feed the critters, it is not really wasted. Think yours truly needs to
only buy what can be consumed within two days to prevent this happening again—at
least with fresh veggies.
The weather is supposed to get pretty warm in the next few
days. Such fun. You can almost bet that the humidity will be up there in the
highest ranges. Moisture and heat at the same time! Just like a winter kitchen
with steam.
Talked to Carol Thonton this a.m. She seems to be doing
well. She was wishing for some of these fresh eggs. My girls—except for the one
broody hen—seem to be doing their best to fill up the cartons each day. Two hens—Athena and the broody Coocoo Maran—are
the only ones not laying. Guess the broody one needs to be separated, but it means
putting her in the green house section so she can’t have anything to sit on.
Feed, water, and isolation. Mean ol’ woman needs to get it done before the hen
loses too much weight. They will hardly eat or drink when they are broody. Sigh
Decided to stay home last night even if the storms came
this direction. It would be next to impossible to get to the basement if the
storm has already hit. The dogs and the old woman can get in the corner of the
bedroom and hunker down with something over our heads. Have a feeling Sylvia
would be hysterical anyway, but even a thunder shirt did not calm her down last
night. She really wants to be in my lap, and dear hearts, she is too big to be
in my lap!
Let’s pray for those who are dealing with the damage from
storms. Read that one of the major greenhouses got walloped badly last night,
but someone has already offered to put the plants in a safe place for them.
That’s the thing about folks who help others after a natural disaster—we help
each other and can count on that help being forthcoming!
Rest well, my friends, and appreciate the world that God
has given us. You are loved.
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