Bones!
The dogs shared some ribs with me, and Sylvia has a bone
over on her bed making all kinds of noises with it. Clack, clicks, and clump.
Thompson had his outside on the deck. No fusses that way. He does have a tendency
to chase the hens off if they are anywhere near the deck while he is chewing on
a bone, but maybe they didn’t come out from under the deck this time. If the
dogs could go to the store and shop with me, we would never get anything except
bones! Well, meaty bones.
Had a message on FB today from Julia Davis. She is coming
to Texas on the 29th of this month to help a friend who is having
surgery. The young woman will need some help, sure enough. She has a
developmentally delayed three-year-old and an 18- month-old child. Sounds like a
regular three-ring circus to me. Getting too old to be a babysitter. Anyway,
let’s pray for Lexie as she goes in for surgery on the 28th
(Tuesday) and for Julia’s safe trip to Bowie on the 29th (Wednesday)
from DFW airport. No way this old woman would want to fly off somewhere by
myself, but courage is what is needed to help others sometimes.
The sun has been a happy attraction outside today. It has
not been all that warm, but it has not rained either. Freezing temps tonight
and tomorrow night just sound like Texas around Easter to me. Sigh. The
mesquite trees out in Patty’s pasture have not even the slightest sign of a
bud. That’s a pretty sure sign that any fruit trees that bloomed are not going
to be able to make fruit. Dadgumit!
Got the sheets on my bed changed and the white ones put in
the laundry and washed, dried, folded, and put away. One other load of clothes
included a handful of white socks. Those are put away as well. While at
WallyWorld, bought a stiff brush and some carpet cleaner for the rug in the
kitchen. So far my enthusiasm for getting down there to scrub has not resulted
in any action yet. Maybe later this evening—or in the morning. We shall see.
Some jobs are just hard.
Have a passel of toilet paper cobs to make into seed
holders for planting some flowers and stuff. Have two small boxes to put them
in, but may have to find a shoe box or something of that caliber. Starting
things inside the house has never been one of the things that happened around
here, but may just have to try it this year. Have ten planting bags for larger
things, and may get some of the plants in the greenhouse put into a couple of
those. Bought some asters and other flowers and have them out there, but the
asters are the only ones that stayed alive. Think it was too cold in there for
the others. Oh well. Nothing like trying.
Don’t really know much worth talking about. Keep finding
more eggs in the nests, and that seems surprising to me. Seems they are taking
turns laying, so each day has five to six eggs in there. Wondering how old these
three chicks will be when they start. The Marans were five months old when they
started laying, but these chicks are already almost as large as the Marans. Tomorrow
they will be two months old. If any more of my hens decide to go broody, will
have to see if Stephen and Nikki will let me have more fertilized eggs. Don’t
think it would pay to get chicks from TSC for nearly $4 each, but the only
advantage would be choosing all pullets and not wondering if one or more might
be a rooster. Oh well. Haven’t got a broody hen right now anyway.
The days are getting longer—well, the sun is not going down
as early. That means the hens stay out longer and eat every blade of grass they
can find. Have a feeling that mowing is going to go well this summer if the
girls can keep up with the Bermuda grass. Only have the weeds to cut! Doesn’t
really matter. Just love the bright sunshine—well, at least until it gets past
85 degrees! Yes, you will hear complaints when it gets over 100. Just getting
older and gripey. More gripey. Can’t spell it any other way! Well, unless it
starts with a letter B~.
Let’s be grateful that the storms that hit Texas have not
been too expansive. May God bless those whose lives have been affected by the weather
all over our nation. May He give us peace of mind and the joy of knowing His
love.
Rest well, my friends. You are loved.
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