Some days I just want to crawl back into bed and stay there all day.
Like Saturday, when I awoke to snow on the ground and a fierce, wintry wind that tore through our coats as we made our way around Hutchinson gathering items to build a new chicken coop hoop house.
Or like Sunday, when I awoke and realized, I am not well today. My body ached, my head was stuffed up, I had a cough, I was sneezing and my nose was running. And my skin hurt.
But the snow was gone and the sun was trying to shine, the temps were rising and there were things to do outside.
We needed to build the hoop house this weekend, because we'll be gone the next two weekends, and in three weekends, the babies will be big enough to go outside!
At just two weeks old (well, the Rhode Island Reds are closer to three), they have already outgrown two brooders. This weekend we prepared a new brooder for them - the 8' long horse trough from the boys' barn is now sitting on our front porch with a heat lamp in it, waiting for more pine pellet bedding (they were closed this weekend) so I can move all the chicks to their new home.
I'll blog about the hoop house project in a later post. Suffice it to say, after only one day on the project, Papa Bear nearly completed it. Have I mentioned lately how grateful I am to have Papa Bear in my life? For this and many other reasons.
In between helping him with the coop, I cleaned out the front flower beds. They were full of dead plant material from last year, which I never got to clean out last fall because winter came about two months earlier than normal. And stayed. And is still trying to get her last licks in, even now, in mid-April.
Despite the late spring, new life is springing up here and there.
Like in these bleeding heart plants, which I brought with me last fall from Duluth. I didn't think they had survived the journey. What a nice surprise to see they have.
Or these 21 iris plants, also transported from Duluth last fall. The original 6 came from my sister. They have multiplied and I can't wait to see if they will bloom this year. They are Papa Bear's favorite flower.
And these rhubarb plants. They were already growing under the back fence and lilac hedge at the duplex when I bought it in 1998, so they never did very well there. Now they have a nice open sunny spot to grow up in. Until we move again.
And this moss on a rotting log in the woods. A splash of fresh green in an island of dull brown.
And I've been finding these adorable little bulbs popping up in both the flower garden and randomly in the yard. (Forgive me, I have forgotten the names of them - my brain is tired and weak today, as is my body).
And this frog (toad?), which startled me when I accidentally uncovered it while weeding the front bed. I've been hearing the spring peepers in the pond for awhile now, but hadn't seen any frogs around the yard yet.
Yes, some days I just want to crawl back in bed and pull the covers over my head.
And then I remember, life is still happening, and you have to be awake to experience it.
Be well -
Like Saturday, when I awoke to snow on the ground and a fierce, wintry wind that tore through our coats as we made our way around Hutchinson gathering items to build a new chicken coop hoop house.
Or like Sunday, when I awoke and realized, I am not well today. My body ached, my head was stuffed up, I had a cough, I was sneezing and my nose was running. And my skin hurt.
But the snow was gone and the sun was trying to shine, the temps were rising and there were things to do outside.
We needed to build the hoop house this weekend, because we'll be gone the next two weekends, and in three weekends, the babies will be big enough to go outside!
At just two weeks old (well, the Rhode Island Reds are closer to three), they have already outgrown two brooders. This weekend we prepared a new brooder for them - the 8' long horse trough from the boys' barn is now sitting on our front porch with a heat lamp in it, waiting for more pine pellet bedding (they were closed this weekend) so I can move all the chicks to their new home.
I'll blog about the hoop house project in a later post. Suffice it to say, after only one day on the project, Papa Bear nearly completed it. Have I mentioned lately how grateful I am to have Papa Bear in my life? For this and many other reasons.
In between helping him with the coop, I cleaned out the front flower beds. They were full of dead plant material from last year, which I never got to clean out last fall because winter came about two months earlier than normal. And stayed. And is still trying to get her last licks in, even now, in mid-April.
Despite the late spring, new life is springing up here and there.
Like in these bleeding heart plants, which I brought with me last fall from Duluth. I didn't think they had survived the journey. What a nice surprise to see they have.
Or these 21 iris plants, also transported from Duluth last fall. The original 6 came from my sister. They have multiplied and I can't wait to see if they will bloom this year. They are Papa Bear's favorite flower.
And these rhubarb plants. They were already growing under the back fence and lilac hedge at the duplex when I bought it in 1998, so they never did very well there. Now they have a nice open sunny spot to grow up in. Until we move again.
And this moss on a rotting log in the woods. A splash of fresh green in an island of dull brown.
And I've been finding these adorable little bulbs popping up in both the flower garden and randomly in the yard. (Forgive me, I have forgotten the names of them - my brain is tired and weak today, as is my body).
And this frog (toad?), which startled me when I accidentally uncovered it while weeding the front bed. I've been hearing the spring peepers in the pond for awhile now, but hadn't seen any frogs around the yard yet.
Yes, some days I just want to crawl back in bed and pull the covers over my head.
And then I remember, life is still happening, and you have to be awake to experience it.
Be well -
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