Names of Things.

 Names of Things.

 

Lance has been telling me about some flowers that he has planted in his yard with hopes that they will survive down there even in case he forgets to water or otherwise pay attention to them. The one he seems to like the best is called Turk’s Cap. Told him my favorite so far is one that is actually a tree called Mexican Bird of Paradise. Still have some seeds that were sent to me from California that will get another chance for life this fall. Have some of those bags that allow a person to plant in potting soil without having to dig in the ground. Maybe that will work for these things. The blooms are so delicate looking with long red stringy things hanging out of a yellow flower in clusters of yellow and red. Anyway, it occurred to me that sooner or later folks are going to have to be careful what they call plants. Ahem.

 

Said something to Lance earlier about the blaring storm alarm that came on in the wee hours of this morning. He told me it could be turned off much like the Amber Alerts. It did not seem like the sensible thing to do, but guarantee it woke me from a sound sleep. Just happened to look at the number for the power left on my phone—at sixteen. Well, that might be another way to turn off the sounds—just let the phone die! Oh well. It is now on the charging line.

 

Put the chicks up in their shed. Only one has decided that she will roost with the grown hens. Go figure. The rest of them were not interested in going inside because the old woman had put up a new roost stick. Dear Hearts, chickens are fearful creatures. They like change about as well as the old woman who chases them around the coops to get them to go inside. A scoop of feed took care of any concerns because they all headed right inside after it was tossed on the hens’ feeder. Funny critters!

 

Have a plan for these roosters. Will wait until dark one night and wear my headlight that Joe and Michelle Malay gave me. Go inside the middle coop and reach out and grab one rooster at a time. Tie the feet and put that critter in a storage box bought at Walmart. But first must get someone willing to pick up the storage container full of roosters. Yes, someone will have fried chicken, but it’s not like any flock needs even one rooster—much less six or seven! Stephen thought he might know someone who would want them.

 

The rain we got last night or very early this morning kept the temperature down almost all day. Even though it felt as if we were breathing through a wet sponge, it was so very nice outside. Amazing things happen—even in July in Texas.

 

Have an appointment with the eye specialist tomorrow. Really miss Dr. White. Guess it is not all that important if they all know how to judge what—if anything—needs to be done to allow a person to see as well as possible. Just dislike having my eyes dilated so very much. It makes driving home feel scary. Don’t know why they can’t just UNdilate the eyes before their patients leave the office. Probably some reason.

 

Have noticed a couple of headlines and tried not to look any deeper. Things never seem to get better—crickets swarming in Colorado made me think of how neat it would be if they could turn out one of those long chicken houses of chickens to eat all those crickets. Know my hens love anything that moves—crickets, water bugs, or other wiggly things. Of course, then the chicken owners would have to round up the chickens again! The hens might just rebel and prefer to run around eating whatever they found that moved. Small dogs, cats, birds, and even little ol’ ladies would probably be fair game! Being silly, but still think it would be funny. Did you know there are more chickens in the United States than there are people!!

 

Let us praise God for cooler temperatures even if we don’t believe it will last long. The weather happens all over the world with flash flooding, heat waves, and other strange things like tornadoes in Canada. Whatever we have to gripe about, you can be sure we will do a good job of griping! God has such patience with His children.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.