Sunday, May 3, 2009

Blessed





"Wordless" posts are all well and good for those bloggers who run out of things to say and who are very good at taking photos.
This would not, as we are aware, apply to Ms. Moon.
No, no. I always have words. And there are just so many things to say with them!
But it's Sunday and I have the entire day to spend at home and I have chores to catch up on and things to do and so I'll try to use as few as possible today and let the pictures stand in for, if not thousands of words, then at least tens and tens.

Above you see my little kitchen porch, crammed with flowers. I am so happy to report that my tropical gardenia I have growing in that blue bucket is coming back from what looked like a mortal freeze. I KNEW it would come back, and it is. While I was waiting for that to happen, I stuck a few onions in the dirt with it and they are happy to share space with the gardenia.
Anyway, that's what it looks like this morning, this glorious Sunday morning in Lloyd.

I felt lousy yesterday, as I said, filled with the reverberating sadness of the childhood bell, but I took a good walk and picked a few dewberries and picked up a bunch of trash and then made a lovely meal for Mr. Moon and DownTownGuy. That seemed to take all day and then it was time to get ready for the play and by golly, as soon as I started putting on Natasha's make-up, something shifted inside of me and by the time I got her red dress on and her shiny jewelry, I was ready to go and feeling fine. Indeed! And it was another good evening at the opera house. We were all backstage, waiting to go on for the last scene and everyone was making sure everyone was ready. "Do you have the dynamite?" "Where are the maps? Who has the maps?" Etc. and I just started cracking up. Here we were, two ministers, an electrician, the mayor of Monticello, a state worker, a housewife, and retired stateworker, and all of us dressed in ridiculous costumes wondering where the fake dynamite was and it was just so funny and we were all so serious. I've said it before and I'll say it again- it's just a joy to play.

After the performance we all sat around and had a drink and ate some of the leftovers from the dinner and unwound as we do, telling stories and going over high and low-points and laughing and then I said I needed to go home and I kissed everyone good-bye, all around the table, and came on home where Mr. Moon had put the chicks in the coop for their first night in the big house!


There's the picture of the coop, so far. Mr. Moon took the picture. Isn't it a great chicken coop? Honey, you could live in that thing. Well, I could.

He took these pictures, too, of the chicks in their new place. As he said, it's like a twenty-thousand foot square house for them. We went out to see them last night and it was just so much fun to see them running around and pecking at the dirt and they came over to check us out and one of them even pecked my foot to see if it was edible. I think it was this bold baby:


What IS it about these silly birds that make us so happy to watch? I've observed that when Mr. Moon picks one up, he cradles it for a moment and holds it to his chest to calm it and that's just another reason I love him.
His carpentry skills are another.

The cleverness of his design! The tidy little nesting boxes! The support for the roosts! It's a masterpiece of a chicken coop, made from recycled, found wood and tin and wire.

I woke up this morning feeling rather fine and made us some pancakes with the dewberries I picked yesterday and also bacon! food of the gods, and we ate outside.

Swoony, huh?

And now I need to wash the dishes and clean out the old night-time chicken cage which these particular babies don't need anymore, but which we'll be using for a new batch of chicks soon. And I get to weed today! And maybe write some more! And pick sugar snap peas!

And oh, well, I feel...like one of god's own chosen happy few.
I just talked to HoneyLuna who's over in St. Augustine for the Gamble Rogers Festival, a yearly event she's been attending since she was a tiny girl and now she's over there on her own, being taken care of by some of the loveliest people on earth and treated like a princess and she's as happy there as I am here and it makes me smile to my very heartstrings to think of her over there, all grown up and a part of of that group of people.

So that's me today, cradled in love and smiles and my man here to hold me up against his chest if I need or want it, surrounded by the green of the trees and the blue of the sky, a frog croaking somewhere off in the distance, blackbirds trilling out their liquid songs, and my eyes feel like they are about to spill over with heartjuice, the way my breasts used to feel when they were filled with milk and the baby was about to nurse, aching with with the need for release, that joyous let-down of love, turned physical by the magic of life. The perfect response of need and gift.

And I cry.

15 comments:

  1. Sounds absolutely heavenly! I am in my own little apartment today, with the doors open wide to let in the cool air and I finally am unpacked and settled in for a few weeks at home. My hair is in a bandana, I may stay in my pajama's all day, and I am feeling fine myself =)

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  2. Aw, nice. GREAT chicken coop. Wolf proof!

    Aw! spam word 'bigenlil'

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  3. SJ- Well, overalls are as comfortable as PJ's. And I haven't brushed my hair all day long. Enjoy your Sunday!

    Ms. Jo- We just hope it's hawk proof. And fox proof. And dog proof. But isn't it lovely?

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  4. Beautiful.

    I spent all day at the prison with GW. We had an incredibly satisfying visit and long overdue.

    Talk soon,
    pf

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  5. Ms. Fleur- Will hear the report when you are ready to report it.

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  6. It was so nice just to do my laundry, wash my car, and hang out with y'all yesterday. I can't wait to see the chicks in their house!

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  7. DTG- They're so cute. So damn cute. Hard to catch 'em in there, though. So much room for them to run. Plus, the little buggers can fly.
    It was so nice having you here. I'm glad you don't have a washing machine.

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  8. My own washing machine. I dream about it.

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  9. Yes. I never take my washing machine for granted. Ever.

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  10. That is one hell of a coop. I'm so glad you had a nice day. I can't post about my Sunday because I live with my mother-in-law and... that's all I can say.

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  11. I want a chicken coop. And chickens!

    I hope you start feeling better soon. I've been sad lately too.

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  12. Steph- Say no more, honey. Say no more.
    Or do! What the hell?

    Aunt Becky- Get the Davers to build you one! HA-HA-HA-HA-HA! No, really. Maybe he would.
    And I'm fine but I hope you feel better soon.

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  13. All your babies look so happy to have all that room! Glad you had a good Sunday, I did too. I never even had to call 911 for a cotton-mouth bite.(Nor did we ever find one.) I love you and will talk to you soon.

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  14. Mr. Moon is just too cute in his overalls! And that chicken coop is really fucking amazing! You have such a good husband.

    I can't believe how big your little chicks are now. And they are so lovely! I would totally stare at them all day, too.

    You should throw them a house warming party.

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  15. Lily- I assumed no one was attacked on Sunday or I would have heard. I'm glad Mr. Snake decided to leave the area.

    Lady Lemon- Yep. Mr. Moon in his man-dress is pretty cute.
    Housewarming party? Hmmmm....

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