Day Off

After feeding and watering three coops of chickens (the hobbits are still in their little pen), milking goats, cleaning stalls, scouring buckets, and washing eggs for Earle, I decided to take the day off.  To be honest, the decision was made for me by aching muscles and strained joints.  Poor Deb, poor Craig; they must be hurting even more than I.  The weather had done a change-about, cool enough for a jacket all day.  Bessie and I went out to sit in the sun when it appeared, and did several walkabouts just to look at what is now a park-like setting.  Thinking I could not possibly bend over to pull another weed, I couldn't stand seeing a few stragglers over at the end of the herb garden.  Obsession overcame good sense and there I was again, weeding.  I closed my eyes to the lavender bed; a person has to have limits.  No blog fodder yesterday; it was my day off.