I keep hoping that time will slow down and that somehow a few more days can be slipped into each of these precious summer weeks. Too much to do, and some relaxing fun things would be lovely as well.
The weather has had quite a few ups and downs… with some extremely hairy storms this past Tuesday evening. I was at a meeting a little way down the peninsula and the wind was blowing and the rain came down in sheets for quite awhile. After it began to let up, we all pointed to the slightly yellowy-grey weird sky color. It’s what I call a tornado sky. We all joked that it couldn’t be the case, but today I heard on the news that a tornado did touch down in Woolwich, which is just about 10 miles south of here on Route 1. So we really weren’t crazy. Of course, it measured a “0” on the Fujita Scale, but nevertheless, it was quite dramatic. (Not that I want to see one come through here as more than a “0” at all. We have enough crazy North Easters to deal with during the year).
Yesterday was fantastically gorgeous and I had serious intentions for dyeing or felting, but I ended up at work for the morning and when I came home I couldn’t resist sitting down with lunch and reading just one more chapter of the second book in Carol Drinkwater’s series about the olive farm that she and her husband took on in the south of France. Being home alone, I ended up having another cup of coffee and I kept reading! It was a delicious way to spend the afternoon, and now of course I want to read the third book, but sadly, do not have a copy yet.
Some of our daily entertainment involves our remaining two laying hens. Bad Chicken #1 (aka Henny Penny) lives up with the sheep and goats, while Bad Chicken #2 (aka Chicken Licken) hangs out behind the house and in the garage. They have both had a bout of broodiness which we tried to use to our advantage by adding some fertile eggs to Henny Penny’s nest. We really should have bet on Chicken Licken as she gave those 17 eggs of hers almost 7 weeks. Henny Penny’s nest was raided a short time after we got some good eggs under her and all of her eggs were eaten. But our clucky #2 gave it her best. And now she is really becoming a pest… during her broodiness she only left the nest about twice a day, looking for food. She puttered around under the bird feeder by the back door and so we began to throw some scratch out there for her. I guess that wasn’t the smartest thing to do as now she comes right up onto the back steps and pecks at the screen door, making a big fuss, and leaving us other surprises on the stairs as well. She and the chihuahua have faced off a little on each side of the door, but the chicken always wins that war of nerves!