family, was gazing at me with her almond eyes when I opened my eyes. She “m’rrr’d” her ‘good morning’ and quickly got caught, kissed and cuddled. For a cat that is not fun. But Raindrop is as gracious as she is beautiful. And she knows who gives her her breakfast.
By 7:30, the chickens were watered and out in their yard and the sheep fed, so I had my coffee, then went out to launch the
biggie: Wood stacking, and three cords of it. That is a small mountain of wood. I think I am going to shoot for 10 wheel barrows a day and see how it goes.
The day’s ten took about two and a half hours of loading up the wheel barrow, wheeling it down the slope from the driveway and stacking, then going back up for another load. I felt so good at the end of my day’s allotment! My body
wanted to stand straight and reach up to the sky. Many times, coming down the slope with a full wheel barrow, I tried to find words for the gratitude I feel for this wonderful life, but my heart was too full to dilute with words. The Divine hears all the same.
Now it is afternoon. The sun is getting low in the sky, and I am making… soup for the chickens. Chicken soup for the chicken soul, but it is not chicken soup – not really. It is their immune-strengthening soup. I also put bulgur into it, and when the
bulgur has absorbed the soupy part we will be ready for a beak-lickin’ afternoon snack. (Did you know chickens have little triangular tongues? The tongue fits inside their beak.) Then off to bed in their coop. They have such an amazing sense of sunset. You could set your watch by chickens going in to bed.