I get the biggest kick in the world from knowing that my most-domestic of hens are direct descendants of the dinosaur and if you should ever doubt it, just check out that picture of Miss Nicey.
Ah, lah. I fucking love science, as they say.
So. Five more hours of weeding today. I feel as if I should have back muscles like a bull. Snort! Attractive image, eh? I'm going to get that garden ready for tilling by this time next week or know the fucking reason why! I mean it! Mary Boleyn and I have been working hard, she in and out of the King's bed, me in the future collard and lettuce beds. I am completely exhausted and walking like a drunken sailor. Thank god there's an entire leftover pizza in the refrigerator to heat up for our supper. I doubt I could slice a cucumber if I had to.
Another lovely day. Another day of sweating and twisting and digging and heaving and hauling and piling up huge barrow-loads of compacted weeds on the edge of the woods. Another day of my chickens coming behind me to peck at weed seeds and bugs as I kneel in the dirt.
Pray, pray, pray. To the great god of dirt. I do so with great respect and pleasure.
I have poison ivy, I have chigger bites. I have...I have no idea what they are but they itch like a motherfucker.
Lord. I am not only walking like a drunken sailor, I am talking like one too.
You know, when I first met Mr. Moon, I think he was frankly shocked at my filthy, filthy mouth.
He got over it.
Here's another picture I took this morning. The iPhone finally decided to kick in. I swear to you- I think those damn phones know when a newer model has been released. They get all funky and shit. Anyway...
All right. This made me laugh so much. A Facebook thing from last night that Billy posted to our dear Togi.
What would I do without my sweet boys?
They make me feel so rich as does the new Goodwill apron I am wearing over my new white linen TJ Maxx dress after my shower. I washed my hair because I was seriously afraid that the sweat soakedness of it was going to turn into mildew. Tomorrow I will take my walk and it will all begin again. But for a few hours, it will smell delightfully of shampoo and conditioner and perhaps it will even dry out completely tonight. While I sleep for another ten hours.
Hopefully not dreaming that I have to pack and be at the airport at 5:30 a.m. which is what I dreamed last night. Among other awful things.
And I'll have my grandsons tomorrow and Elvis just had his way with Chi-Cha who is straightening her feathers back out like a Tudor woman straightens her gown after the king has his way with her and life in Lloyd is fine.