Fifteen Hens--Six Eggs.

 Fifteen Hens—Six Eggs.

 

Although Athena seldom lays an egg, it does seem that these hens should be producing more than six eggs per day. But such has not been the case in the past few days. Today one of the Cuckoo Marans had to be shooed off the nest where she was sitting on an egg. Here’s hoping that she is not in the process of going broody! Just eating and drinking should not be the extent of her production activities. But those sound so much like the old woman who lives here. Sigh

 

Woke up at a stupid early hour again this morning. It is just so very irritating to not be able to sleep all night. And then feeling sleepy all day makes for a rather dull person around here. The dogs and hens don’t complain, but seriously doubt that it would do them any good if they did complain. Some things are just not ever going to be fixed. But then, the dogs don’t mind sleeping all day and most of the night!

 

Got the sheets and blankets changed on the bed this morning. Look forward to sleeping on nice, fresh sheets. They always smell so good when they are put on the bed. No fabric softener or perfumed detergent is used, but they still have a fresh smell. Now if only the dogs could be persuaded to sleep in the crate or on the couch in the living room. Sylvia snores, too. Someone in the family says that yours truly snores, but surely that is an exaggeration!

 

Cindy just left after a lovely visit. We talked up a storm—well, not literally, obviously. But we definitely discussed family, friends, schools, and assorted things that only concern women. She gave birth to four girls and no boys. To have babies in three different decades just blows my mind. Thought filling up the 70s with babies was pretty wild, but having a child begin school as another leaves high school or college! Wow! Mine were blessed to be born within four to nine years of each other! My brother had three years before Mom and Dad had me, but we were fairly close. He still calls me today and checks on me. It makes life much more interesting to have a brother who still loves me.

 

You know, having family a person can talk to and friends who care about one, those are really treasures from God above. Knowing that we are loved makes a big difference in our lives. We pray for one another and our families. We may never meet another person’s children, but that does not keep us from caring and praying for them. Cindy said that she still prays for my grand nephew Jacob. And prayers for Cindy’s daughter, her son-in-law, and her grands happen around here, too. My prayers also cover a certain Sharon in the Dickerson family. But she knows that. So many of the problems we have seem to be lessened by the application of the prayers of those who love us. So we are truly rich when we are covered by prayers. Let us remember others often. We are spending our riches wisely.

 

Rest well, my friends, and remember to be grateful. You are loved.