I don’t know where to start on this blog post, so I picked a random generated word to prime the ol’ pump. Word: Water.
Okay- the first that comes to mind is the clear water in the San Marcos River yesterday where we helped our nephew film his entry for the National Rice Scholorship.
Okay, pump primed… with water. Apt.
On to chickens. The top to the chicken run is finally on, because even though they are all just bowling balls with feathers they have no problem clearing a 6′ tall barrier.
I am actually not convinced that Muffin is laying eggs yet as I’ve never ever seen nor heard her do it. Dot? yes. Cheerio? for sure. But here is Muffin, the biggest of them all, and I don’t know if we’ve gotten one egg outta her. And Dot, the meanest, tiniest chicken, is the best layer with just about an egg a day.
Maybe it’s not so bad Muffin isn’t an egg machine because we’re already almost overrun with eggs as it is.
I bought one of these for the fridge to replace the overflowing cereal bowl we had been using for egg storage:
Even with more egg storage space I’ve still been looking up recipes that take a lot of eggs… so in fact made this deliciousness again last week since it takes 4 eggs and we had ripe calamondins:
In cat news, lately I get hit with waves of really really missing Wally, my cat of 16 years who died a few months ago.
The other cats, as I maybe have mentioned before, are stepping up the furry cuddles that I’ve been craving.
A part of me thinks the cats are just filling the vacuum and establishing norms and boundaries now that Wally is gone, and a part of me thinks they’re reaching out knowing it’s what I need. The truth lies in some ratio of the two but whatever it is, I’ll take it.
Seeing those 3 pictures of the white, black and brown cats together like that just dredged up a far off memory of these 3 stuffed mice toys from Ikea my oldest loved when she was 4. There was one white, one black, and one brown mouse… and she named them Whitey, Blacky, and Browny. You don’t know parental horror till your child yells out that she can’t find Whitey while in public. They became at home toys ONLY.
In the garden… it’s a little trashed right now honestly. Lot of weeding to do, on the cusp of pulling out the summer annuals but not quite ready for it yet…
The world’s BEST zinnias I’ve ever grown were the pink Oklahoma zinnias I grew this year. Oklahoma Zinnias are more globe shaped and smaller flowered than normal garden zinnias. I read a blog by a florist who does cottage style wedding flower arrangements that Oklahoma zinnias are her favorite because they have that perfect combination of familiar and different at the same time. I would agree.
I am for sure wanting to grow them again next year and so was trying to decide what color to buy for next year (white, pink, apricot, red, yellow) but then my plant started reseeding. Looks like they come true from seed too, so all I have to do is save some seeds from the plants this year and I’m all set!
As for the houseplants these days… well.
I’m scheduled this week for my first shift as the Democratic alternate judge at my local polling place… so should PROBABLY start reading the manual anytime now. I shadow another judge for a day in early voting, have a day of early voting on my own for more training, then work a 14+ hour shift on the 3rd. I’m wondering how it will go and what kinda craziness will ensue… I’ll keep you posted!
Off to try to do something productive today or take a nap… time to find out which!