I looks like it's trying to weather up here in NW Indiana, so I thought
I'd take a moment to have a little Coop Chat.
I have no idea if this blog post will make a lick of sense.
I've traded my morning coffee for hot lemon water.
I'm in the throes of caffeine withdrawal, and like Uncle Joe - I'm movin' kinda slow.
I'm also overrun with ticks.
Now, before you tell me to get Guinea hens...let me tell you - it ain't happening. I've found out the hard way that the Good Lord doesn't want me to have Guinea hens. It's the only explanation for the constant demise that befalls them when I try.
|How cool are they though? Now I'm almost determined to have them!|
I'm talking like I can't go hang up laundry without doing a tick search when I come in.
What's a girl to do? I am constantly combing my hair with a fine tooth comb, and I might be on the edge of becoming paranoid.
Just a bit.
I've checked for ticks 8 times since I've started writing this post - every little itch, I think it's a tick.
And...we have a little poison ivy rash - again.
I know full well that I'm pulling poison ivy - but I don't care.
I wear short sleeves and take my chances.
It always wins.
I can't care.
So far it's just the size of a dime...stay tuned.
I have a nice mature vine of Toxicodendron radicans growing behind my weigelas.
After the weigelas are done blooming, I was going to do a hard rejuvenation pruning of them, and get back there and hopefully eradicate it for good.
I have towels hanging on the line - going on two days now. They got a nice rain shower last night, I bet they'll be super soft now. I had to clip them back on the line today, they were hanging half off, a sure sign for all passersby that hillbillies live here.
Speaking of clotheslines...I need to know. Do you guys hang your shirts from the tails or the shoulders?
I was thinking about this yesterday - in all the trials and tribulations in our garden of life - the good always outweighs the bad. The flowers trump the ticks, the cool morning dew on the grass kicks poison ivy's butt, the first ripe tomato makes you forget all about tomato hornworms. The smell of freshly sundried sheets on the bed makes you forget that your towels are still hanging on the line four days later because it's so danged humid outside.
There is more good in life than bad.
There are more good people than bad.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
And if that weren't enough goodness for one day.....
My order from McMurray Hatchery arrived on Sunday!
The post office called me. I was really confused, but yep, I had to go knock on some back door of the post office and pick them up.
Jax and Slinx are positively enamored with them.
If there are any ails that can't be fixed by baby chicks on a bed of fresh straw - I am unaware of them.