this afternoon: chicken and (finally) duck eggs. and having to tell ramona repeatedly not to eat the snow in the farm pen. yuck!
mornings are simple here: a breakfast of eggs and sometimes cereal and always french press coffee (currently dogwood). most mornings jp takes care of the animals, and usually with ramona putzing about in the yard. but mornings –my favorite mornings– are when the three of us traipse out there together to say hello to violet & lacey, chickens 1, 2, & 3, and the duck couple (one of them now obviously a male).
we pet the ladies. we toss grain. we fill the manger. we collect eggs. we replenish the waters. we sit on the logs and take in the simplicity of it all.
that massive pile of greens (leftover from a miscalculation of needed food for the wedding) was gone faster than you can say “hog wild.”
welcome
