Yesterday morning,
we were greeted at the chicken house by a bevy of hens
who looked as though they had spent the night
"wasted away again...."
in Margaritaville.
You'd think that these crazy chickens would learn.
It was 40 degrees and steadily raining...
which, to Jack and I, ranks a "9" on the dismal scale.
(Wind would bump it up to a "10.")
(Wind would bump it up to a "10.")
Not only did they stay out all night,
but in true morning-after form,
one of them laid an egg while perched 8 feet or more up in the tree.
Luckily, wet ground is soft ground - and the egg, though tiny, was intact.
I am guessing that the hen in question was quietly trying to pass a little gas...
and was quite surprised when an egg hit the ground.
Had she been entirely sober, she might have been mortified
as her gal-pals cackled uproariously.
Oops!
After a solid 16 hours of rain, the farm is more mud than not.
(Almost) Everyone stayed in yesterday.
If you asked the horses, they might complain that days like that are boring.
However, if you ask me, or the ducks,
we will tell you that a rainy day is a gift.
Appreciative of the extra time without outdoor chores,
I spent the rainy hours working in my sewing room.
I finished the first of a pair of Nordic mittens and started the second.
I made a big pot of ham and potato soup.
There's nothing more satisfying than a bowl of soup on a cold, rainy, wretched evening.
When all required activities, such as laundry, were finished,
I dove into my new copy of Making Magazine.
If you are a knitter, sewer, weaver, crafter... you would love this book.
It is chock full of wonderful things to make... and all of the patterns and instructions are included.
It's the first time I have ever bought this periodical; but it won't be the last!
Of course, this magazine inspired me to make a few lined, zippered
pouches.
It was my idea to use the selvedge edge of the linen in the design of the bag.
I'm loving the look!
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