I'll lay off the depressing stuff for awhile. No one wants to hear about all the dead stuff anymore. Nope.
You all want to hear about the three cute little chicks that are currently living in a corner of the chicken coop. Adorable! And one is a baby rooster. Cannon fodder! (Oops, no more dead stuff...)
We've had sun and lots of rain. My seeds are going crazy. We've been eating fresh lettuce, and I am having to thin stuff out. Beet greens... yum! Never mind that those are beets that will never grow into real beets. (Oops, no more dead stuff...)
Of course, the grass is growing like weeds. Well, there are a lot of weeds. Everywhere. But last week, I got tired of waiting for the ground to dry enough so that the riding mowers wouldn't leave tracks, that I got out the small mower and personally mowed up and down the driveway, trimming the grass away from Jungle zone to Lawn zone. Funny how I have to see a pretty lawn when I drive down the driveway and run over a young opossum. (Oops, no more dead stuff...)
I spent quite a lot of time clearing out the lovely garden outside the morning room. Peonies and roses and irises and rhododendrons, even the chives! There are poppies... dear lord, there cannot be a more beautiful flower in the world than a blooming red poppy. The time was well worth it, even if I had to drag two full baskets of weeds to the compost heap. (Oops, no more dead stuff...)
Yeah, I am making a joke out of it. Life and death. Right now I feel like a teenager, obsessed with mortality and such. All I need is vampires in the mix... although I did see a bat the other night.
Katt is gone, and I am functioning like a semi-normal person again. I am better, and getting wiser, I guess.
I even had a party this weekend. It was tiny compared to the other one. The Husband smoked a brisket (drool city!) and I prepared way too many vegetables. Next weekend, my baby brother will come visiting with his family, and we'll have another small party.
The good thing about having company is that it forces me to clean up the house.
A friend recently told me that he admired how I've thrown myself into this country life. I thanked him, but then I had to admit... I wonder if I throw myself into it more because I have the accountability of reporting my adventures here.
Like, my favorite game right now is flicking stink bugs across the room to hit the wall. I love it when I manage to hit them hard enough that they don't recover from the impact.
I get off the farm enough, I guess. But, I have learned to adapt. Is it a true adaptation, or one for the public?
Does it matter? Not really, I'd say. Actions have consequences. The end result is the same--I came upon a snake skin and picked it up: if I try to come up with a clever story around it for the blog, or simply pick it up to show the Boy, the fact is, I picked up a snake skin.
Now, to slaughter more lettuce...