I'm still here, just in case you're wondering.
But the call of the garden has become even louder. I'm checking on newly planted seeds the way a new mother checks on a sleeping baby. Wake up little seeds.
The kids are selling minty lime-aid in front of our neighbor's house, and apparently making a lot of money. They've come in several times to fill up their pitchers. I took advantage of the quiet house to clean off my kitchen windowsill. Now I can better enjoy the Anthropologie style egg crate I picked up at Ross for $2.99. Score.
We have two brooding chickens. Aidan placed six fertilized eggs under each of them. He wishes he could sit on a few and hatch them himself. Sometimes I wish he could sit still that long. If all goes well, we'll have baby chicks around Memorial Day. I caught one of the brooding hens taking a break from her nest today. She was all fluffed up and bothered. Do you ever feel that way? I certainly do.
Especially around 5 o'clock. The time of day when I often pop the top off a homebrew. But I'm not drinking this month in a vain attempt to lose a few pounds. According to the scale, my plan is not working. But I'm going to keep trying, because it's not just about my waistline. It's about self control, a much under-rated virtue. I'm also serving at least two vegetables every night with dinner, because it's not just about the the scale. It's about being healthy.
Our honey bees are arriving on Saturday. Bee prepared for close up photos and bad puns.
And because no post on my site is complete without an inappropriate picture (or sentences beginning with "and" and "but"),
behold the busy butterflies. This photo was a complete surprise as I was scrolling through my memory card. Aidan is definitely improving as a photographer. He can be still when he wants to be.
Bye for now.