Monday, May 23, 2016
Taking advantage of an unexpected spurt of ambition (where did that come from?), I got a lot of housework done yesterday, as well as pulling a nice patch of weeds from the peony bed. I've learned not to stay at that job to the point of pain, so pull a bit every time I go out the front door. I'm a bit hampered by my constant companion, Bess, who comes to lie in the freshly turned earth right in front of me. Maybe she's looking out for my best interests and/or my back. The chickens love this time of year because, if they're the right kind of weeds (nontoxic), I throw armloads over into the chicken pen and make the little girls happy, happy, happy. Since I can't let them free-range anymore, it's the next best thing. I try.
It was a good day.