Saturday, November 26, 2011

An Average Saturday Morning Date

This morning, Hubby and I went to the Farmer's Market. It's sort of a date thing with us. We go to the Farmer's Market most Saturday mornings, and then shopping at Winco. Everybody does that, right?? Ahh, true love. It pretty much goes like this: All of a sudden, there we were, alone in a 32,000 square foot building with 25 foot ceilings. Me, totally smitten by this gorgeous hunk of a man, as I was pushing the cart somewhere between the feminine hygiene isle and the 5 lb. bricks of 73% lean ground beef. Him, wielding the shopping list with such keen authority, no wasted motion as he made crucial decisions in mere nano seconds, not unlike a lion chasing his prey on the Serengeti.

Yep, folks. That's us. Each weekend. Anyway, as if that wasn't enough excitement, on our way back, we were looking at the birds in the rice fields. I love this time of year. The rice farmers around us flood the fields as soon as the rice is harvested to give the migrating birds a place to rest, eat and play a little poker when no one is looking. I thought you might like to see a few pictures I took. Here they are, just chillin'.

A few more in the air, but still taking a break.

I think their break is over! There they go!

Thursday, November 24, 2011

Happy Thanksgiving!

T urkey. The noble bird.
H ubby. He's my one and only. The love of my life.
A mazing. My life.
N ana. I miss her lots, and think of her often.
K ids. My adult children. I love them like crazy. Cuz they are!
S ister. She's pretty crazy sometimes, too!
G randparents. They're part of who we are.
I n-laws. Mine are pretty cool!
V isitors. Company at our table is the best!
I ndulge. Sometimes too much!

N ap. To settle the turkey and stuffing!
G obble gobble. Or maybe gastronomy?

Happy Thanksgiving everybody!

Sunday, November 6, 2011

My New Project

I've been MIA for the past few months. I won't bore you with the details, but I think I'm ready to get back into the groove of things. You know, things like life. Things like work, which means sweet little kids as high as my hip. Things like after school projects! Which brings me to my newest, latest and greatest project. I've been working really hard, only occasionally needing the assistance of either my youngest son or my dear darling hubby. Not that my son isn't dear and darling, but I don't think he really wants to think of himself as that. Anyway, back to my project. My poor chickens were complaining about yet another wet winter in their old coop. They hate wet feet when it's cold and windy. I even heard rumblings of an egg strike if nothing was done! So, I agreed to make them a new coop. They requested a movable coop, so they can have fresh grass and dry feet. I went to work, and.......Ta Da! Here's what I came up with!

David and I had moved it around so hubby could hook onto the lawn tractor and drag it into the pasture.

Umm, yea. That took a little thought and a change of plans.

If we're anything, we're stubborn and persistent. If it doesn't work the first time, try a different approach!

Here it is, on its way down the driveway, ready to make the turn into our pasture. The perfect spot for chickens!

And here they are, in their new home. Ready for winter, ready for a fresh supply of grass, seeds, and bugs! Whew! Strike averted!