It Was A Warm One

It’s very hard to get a photo of this little girl. When I back away, she follows.

“Hey, how come you get to be on the new grass and I’m locked up? I was here first”.

“I stare at you…you blink, I win”.  Daisy is such a dork.

“What are you looking at?”

“Excuse me. Would you please open the gate”.

“Fine. I’ll fly over”.

How many times have I started working on the compost bins and not finished? It took the whole day, but it is done. I rototilled all the bins again. Shoveled them back in. Put doors on them all. Glad that is done.

I feel so fortunate to be able to raise my kids on a “farm”. It’s not a real farm in the sense of small town rural with cows, but my younger three are learning to care for and be responsible for another living creature. They also know what it means to work and help around the yard.

Emily helped with the raking of the pen for awhile, but then she came down with what has been ailing the rest of us and needed to take a break.

I have no idea what this girl was thinking, but she wanted to go in that water one last time. I’m sure it was cold.

The chickadees are busy storing seeds for winter so Em got their feeder full.

Still no name. Maybe today.

Daisy is actually sharing the food dish now.

The bins all buttoned up, the pen completely raked and new straw spread so when it rains it won’t be so muddy. Next up are the chicken pen and coop. And really, I could just lay on the couch all day. We all feel so cruddy, but winter is coming. Have to work on a non-rain day as much as possible.

My husband just found more of the plastic doors so we can actually re-do this whole thing and have the plastic all the way around. Yes, it is unnecessary work, but it will look much neater. We like to plan for the future when we sell our home and move.

It looks like it is going to be another beautiful day. Wish we all felt better to enjoy it.