Wednesday, March 29, 2017

Chickens, Ally, and More Dirt


A week or so ago, I was invited to do a little segment on Backyard Chicken and Turkey raising on our local NBC station.  So I brought Mr. Rooster, the beautiful chatoyant black feathered fellow and three of his girls - a Red star, an Americauna, and a New Hamshire cross.  They were a little puzzled by it all and were really funny, clucking and talking.  Too bad Mr. Rooster didn't crow.  Now that would have been funny.


It's been an extra busy month for our sweet Ally.  She turned 16 on March 13th. For a special treat she and I went to our favorite pancake house and invited Grandpa Lee to join us.  It was a heart warming time.


 March 21st was World Down Syndrome Day and Ally's class tie-dyed socks in honor and support of everyone who was born with trisomy 21.  The whole school got involved.  Another special day.


And on March 25th, Ally decided to get baptized.  I was humbled to be part of it and to experience the joy right along with her.  My heart was freshly filled with love.




And we continue to make progress on the building site in between raindrops and downpours. We skimmed off about 6 -8 inches of topsoil where the barn will be built. And I think we have about 20 loads left to take out of the basement and dump on the side of the driveway to make it super wide and tall.  Then Gary will take loads of topsoil for the edges to grade away..... I have visions of wild flowers and ornamental grasses filling and decorating the borders.

But alas, the spring rains have come.  Red clay is super-slimy when wet and tractors and trucks can not grip.  The site preparation is paused.

Today's Journey Joys: a body that heals from a nasty rattly cold, tulips sprouting and daffodils beginning to bloom, peonies poking their heads up and pussy willows fluffy.  Sprouts in the basement and new chickens in the coop.

Melancholy

I shouldn't write when I'm feeling like this.  Emotionally fragile and oscillating between tears, fears, and frustration.  Yet ...