Hey, Chick!
It’s chick season! And we have six new additions: 2 Barred Rock babies, 2 Black Australorps as well as 2 sweet little Buff Orpingtons we’re raising for a friend down the road. Come July our “nest” should be filled with plenty of fresh eggs so give a holler if you’ll be wanting some.
Recline, don’t ‘Lean In’
Hear this one professional woman’s take on trying to be everything for everyone. And maybe…instead of working so hard to lean in and win approvals, we should learn to kick back and chill out just a little bit more.
“Perhaps the modern equivalent of Woolf’s ‘room of her own’ is the right to stop ‘leaning in’ all the time. There is, after all, much to be said for leaning out — for long lunches, afternoon naps, good books and some nice, slow hours in the La-Z-Boy […or hammock].”
Read this “manifestus for the rest of us” in She The People (Washington Post).
one man’s trash
After a big rain we get excited to re-explore the property, especially if the creek floods. Yes, lots of trash surfaces and we haul out our big bags to do clean-up each time. But we also make some pretty good finds, as stuff buried for years sometimes get unearthed with the flow of rushing water. Of late? Bottles. Like a 1952 Purex bleach bottle made of amber glass and a flask-style liquor bottle from ’71, the year our house was built. (We think that’s a good sign! 😉 ) And then there’s the Civil War-era bottle that once housed Dr. J. Hostetter’s Stomach Bitters, a medicinal tonic sold to soldiers that was made with a variety of herbs and copious amounts of alcohol. We snatched that up at a flea market for $5 and added it to the collection.
What will the spring rains bring? We’ll see!
A description of Dr. Hostetter’s Bitters, United States Almanac 1867…
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Hostetter’s Bitters Dyspepsia’s pangs, that rack and grind |
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pals
A beautiful winter day with Taylor and Rio!
muzzles
What happens when your husband decides to take a shortcut through the pasture.
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