Let's Catch Up....Shall We?

Good morning blog friends!

I'm alive!

It's such a busy time of year, as I'm sure you all know.

I'm going to give you a few highlights of my last week.

I hope you don't mind this post being short and sweet.

You see, it's daylight out, and I've got to get a shovel in my hand.

The ducks continue to delight me to no end.

It's hard not to smash them a little. They are so darned squishy.

I wish you could feel the plumpness of their breasts.

I went to Tractor Supply last Friday to acquire more of these delightful creatures, but alas, they were sold out, and I took it as a sign from above.

Stop the madness, Jayme.

Aaron took all of the photos in this post. I think he did a great job!

He's such a delight to me.

Most of my time is spent in the yard at the moment.

12 hours yesterday.

I love it.

Most of it.

This is the time of the year where it's hard to find balance.

Food? You need food?

Clean clothing? You need that too?

My mind is all about the garden.

The magnolia tree is most splendiferous this year.

The frost didn't kill the blossoms, and the wind hasn't blown them away yet.

This may be the best year yet for it.

This guy (who is crowing this very minute) is a joy as well.

I'm SO glad I got a rooster.

It was difficult at first...you know...my girls...well, they were pure.

Now they are not.

I've not personally witnessed the deflowering of Helen, so I'm still convinced at least she is a pure bird.

Scarlett is another story.

Trampish, you might even say.

This is a bit of a fuzzy photo, but I wanted you to see a portion of the fence that I've been toiling over. Oh my Lord, this fence is going to be the death of me yet. Anything that could go wrong, has.

But it's so necessary. Those bucolic photos of chickens scratching around the yard - you know the ones - the ones that look so old fashioned and romantic?

Ya. Those.

Forgetaboudit.

Chickens + Gardens = Disaster.

He still is nameless.

I call him Buddy.

'Hey Buddy'

I don't know what breed he is, do you?

Names suggested:

Tiger

Jesse James

Achmed

Cletus

Mohammed

Steve

I just love this photo.

And this one.

This picture represents one of the biggest blessings to come from my blogging.

I've reconnected with one of my childhood friends.

Cynthia and I were best buds in grammar school, and remained friends until I moved to Indiana.

We lost touch.

I'm not even sure how or why.

Boy does she have the dirt on me.

I haven't laughed that much in a long time.

We spent Friday afternoon together and the hours flew by.

She baked me a pumpkin bread in a cute vintage Pyrex.

Love that girl!

Ok...the following pictures may be too much for some of my younger, more sensitive readers to handle.

Seriously? Will you look at these bunnies?

I can't even look at the pictures without my stomach hurting.

Talk about wanting to smash something.

It took all my willpower not to just squeeze them to death.

It's a very long story how I got my hands on bottle fed baby bunnies.

I'll spare you the details.

I think I need to have an animal shelter/rehab here.

I just can't get enough critters.

Just call me Ellie Mae.

Well dear folks, the sun is up, and that means, I'm out in the yard for now.

The chicken coop needs a good cleaning, and I'm still working the flower beds.

Today 2 pounds of worms arrive for my vermicomposting project.

Saturday is the second Beekeeping class, and I'll be picking up my hive.

'hep me Jesus.

Just remember: