Friday, September 25, 2009

Cough, cough, hack,hack

That would be me.  There is so much to do around my garden these days and wouldn't you know I'd get a whopper of a cold.  Every time I go out to tend to the chickens, I look longingly at the stacks of cinder blocks waiting for me.  Unfortunately, unless I want to end up in the ER with a severe asthma attack, I have to let them sit and taunt me.

In the meantime, I'm letting my girls prep the main garden for next year.  They're having a blast eating the remains of the garden and scratching around fertilizing the beds for next year.  I know I've said it before, but they really are neat to watch.  I'm so enamored of my chickens.  Its really kind of sad.  When a neighbor had a guest ask me what possessed me to get chickens, I just stood there stunned.  Why wouldn't anyone want chickens?  They are the coolest pets ever!  Another neighbor told her in a very sassy voice, that they were for eggs.  I was just too stunned that anyone would question my weirdness.


Michaela Dunn Leeper said...

I can't question your weirdness, because then I'd be questioning my own, LOL.

Hope you get well soon!! Take care of yourself so you DON'T end up int he ER ((HUGS))

kitsapFG said...

You have lots of company in weirdness. :D It's a sisterhood.

The Mom said...

Thanks ladies. I love the sisterhood of weirdness!