no sooner do i celebrate the beauty of home than i realize that our home is being over-run. by tomatoes, and cucumbers, and beans and peas, all waiting consumption or canning. and by chickens. 3 at last count. one with a hurt leg. one we just adore and always let in (though, the whole chicken-on-bed lasted only as long as a photo before we shooed her away). and one who is hell bent on laying her eggs in the closet and then rearranging the bookshelf, desk, and kitchen counter with her spastic wings and feet.
this morning started with one of the lambs out and me muscling her back in, in my pajamas. and the rest of the day goes something like garden, sheep fence, garden, milking, garden, farmer's market, cow fence, garden.
Posted by kate at 10:03 AM