Summery day
Our chicken-loving friend had her young birds out for an airing; they're reaching pullet size, and are still pretty adorable. They stay practically glued to one another as they explore the world outside their enclosure. They're still not big enough to defend themselves against the slings and pecks of the bigger hens, so must be supervised and kept separate from them. We continued on our usual rounds, and appreciated a sunny first day of summer, sometimes a rarity around these parts.
I noticed several references to a "girls' night out" in different parts of town, associated with - what else - shopping. Discounts for the ladies; like, all girlfriends do is shop together. Tomorrow I have to go "shop" for a club device for my poor little beleaguered car. They're like, not glittery or anything.
Too gorgeous to sit around after dinner, off for a personal airing; people seem intoxicated with the warm evening accompanied by a cool breeze. Everyone who can has dragged him/herself down to the lake for all kinds of activities.
A tidbit from Eliot's Middlemarch: " We mortals, men and women, devour many a disappointment between breakfast and dinner-time! keep back the tears and look a little pale about the lips, and in answer to inquiries say, 'Oh, nothing!' Pride helps us; and pride is not a bad thing when it only urges us to hide our own hurts - not to hurt others."
I noticed several references to a "girls' night out" in different parts of town, associated with - what else - shopping. Discounts for the ladies; like, all girlfriends do is shop together. Tomorrow I have to go "shop" for a club device for my poor little beleaguered car. They're like, not glittery or anything.
Too gorgeous to sit around after dinner, off for a personal airing; people seem intoxicated with the warm evening accompanied by a cool breeze. Everyone who can has dragged him/herself down to the lake for all kinds of activities.
A tidbit from Eliot's Middlemarch: " We mortals, men and women, devour many a disappointment between breakfast and dinner-time! keep back the tears and look a little pale about the lips, and in answer to inquiries say, 'Oh, nothing!' Pride helps us; and pride is not a bad thing when it only urges us to hide our own hurts - not to hurt others."
posted by isabelita at 11:55 AM
5 Comments:
Interesting bit from Middlemarch. I should probably get a "club" for my car, too...I don't want anybody walking off with my steering wheel. Please pass on to Mr. Perils that I've tried to post comments to his blog, to no avail. I just get a perpetually "opening" dialog box when I try.
mfm, Middlemarch is a really rich novel. Lots of that universal truth goodness...
Mr. P. has been having some troubles with his IP. I think he's moving.
Are you thinking about getting a little chicken or two? They are so cute, and imagine what you can do with all those eggs!
We've been pulling weeds, endlessly. Between the sun and the rain, we have been put to work.
Yes, with the burgeoning farm biz in the back 40 there, you could probably do with a few chickens, too.
Robin, no chickens. Too much chicken poop to clean up. Now, perhaps a goat...
kathyr, the garden is a bit weedy at the moment. Promising potato plants, though...
Nope, no chickens.
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