Today we’re adding chickens to the farm out back. My husband started the chicken house. I wonder if he knows it’s not done yet? Or maybe he’ll give up one of his sheds for a luxurious coop?
What’s that Thing on top?! That, my friends, is The Arm. I dreamed it up in Alabama, after arguing in the wee hours with the not so wee Kid about him sleeping on my arm. The Kid chose the fabric and my mom made it up. It’s horrendously wonderful. I’m not sure the Kid likes it. The Arm likes to climb the lemon tree.
The rabbit hopes the new neighbors aren’t noisy gossips, but speculation abounds. She’s been talking with The Arm.
The morning glories on the side of the house are a happy sight. I seem to be using the drought as an excuse not to water outside plants and it’s nice to see something not drying out.
Inside the house, I made brown cupcakes yesterday, and put them on a brown plate. The Kid had a graduation potluck picnic for preschool.
Woops! Time to pick up chickens!