Another Wet One!

 Another Wet One!

 

Blake, the lawn guy, texted Patty about coming out today. Nope. We are soaked and then some, so his mower would leave tracks across the pasture even if it were able to cut the clover. Patty told him we would see him Tuesday. Plan to ask him to take care of a bunch of branches. The old woman simply can’t do that stuff any longer.

 

The rain last night didn’t really hit until around four this morning. The dogs let me know that the thunder was a bit of a worry. The old woman would have just rolled over and slept, but the dogs can be pretty persistent about getting my attention. Oh well. They tell me about more important things, too.

 

Hard to believe that it is already Thursday. This week seems to have just flown by. In fact, time seems to fly by each week and month. May is on its way! Even so, the poppies, bluebonnets, and irises are in full bloom. Wish the old woman had the gumption to get down and work on the flower bed to let the other ones have a chance to bloom soon. Have two clumps of flowers called “love in a mist” that will bloom soon if the silly hens leave them alone. Have thought about putting chicken wire over that section of the flower bed to keep them out, but really think that chicken wire is ugly all by itself. Sigh.

 

Need to make a set of curtains for the office window. Not sure just exactly what will work in here, but the beach towel currently in use is just not going to get it. It kept the wind around the AC unit out during the winter, but now it is too much and too dark. Will have to scrounge around and see what is in the back room that will work. Can’t believe my sewing machine still has not been used since Jennifer threaded the needle for me. Had all kinds of good intentions. But you know how it is with good intentions! Kinda like getting the flower bed weeded. Uh huh.

 

Patty and the old woman got to laughing this morning about some of the things that Donny had done to make her laugh. Laughter is SO good for us. A person gets oxygen all the way to the bottom of the lungs! Donny used to “help” Patty get into their truck. He always grabbed her rear end and tickled so that she could hardly move for laughing. Then there was the time she sat in one of those wooden chairs with the woven bottom and her bottom went through the woven part. They could hardly get her up for laughing. Not to be left out, Donny also had to help the old woman back across her chicken fence when she used a ladder to get over to catch a stray hen. THEN she could not figure out how to get BACK over. Donny turned the ladder around and helped me down the back side of the ladder. Know he must have sat down with his cousin Allen and har de har’d over that one!

 

Did you know that bird song induces flowers to bloom and open up to nectar seekers? Scientists have discovered that bird song makes a big difference in how flowers open themselves up. Go figure! God knew what He was doing—naturally. It is just amazing, however, to see what was part of His plan for the earth. We have a little wren who sings her heart out every morning to call for whatever reason. Not sure if she has a mate, but she has taken to visiting the bird box that Sterling made. Love it!

 

So, the old woman got out and used her weed eater to do some of the heavy stuff around the coops. Then, still wearing my long, black pants, got down on my knees and pulled some weeds very carefully out of some poppy plants. Love poppies! They do so very well in disturbed soil. Guess that is why they came up all over the battle fields after WWI. No sod unturned across England and even in France. The flower came to represent the fallen soldiers in Flanders Fields. Sad, just sad.

 

Hope that Blake and company will be able to cut grass and branches by Tuesday. The fields are soggy wet right now. But even the branches could be cut if Blake will do it.

 

Guess fatigue goes with extra working around here. The trips back and forth to pick up eggs are numerous, but at least the eggs are not likely to get dirty as long as the nests are kept clean. Not everyone would understand that. Oh well.

 

Let us pray for those like Mariellen Rose, Tami Yonts, Michelle Malay, and others who need to be healed. Our prayers make a difference.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.