Sometimes (frequently) I wonder why people come here. I do not lead an exciting life nor do I live in a fabulous city. I don't know famous people. I don't travel very much. Hell, I barely leave the yard. I write about my chickens and my ducks and my garden and my family- my husband, my children, my grandchildren. My friends. I write about the tiny village I live in. Sometimes I tackle bigger issues. Ones that are dear and important to my heart, mostly. I talk about what I'm cooking for dinner.
I talk about the weather.
I talk about my cat. I talk way too much about my feelings and I talk about aging and being in love forever and the things blooming in my yard.
So when I discovered this blog and started reading it and became quickly fascinated by the life of a man on the other side of the pond named John Gray who keeps chickens and ducks and geese and has dogs and a wedding coming up and who lives in a village populated by extremely colorful people and who works as a nurse and who loves to bake, it got me thinking.
Maybe I love his blog for the same reason people come here.
Maybe some people like to take a breath and think about the sweet small lives that more people used to live. I don't know. All I know is that I'm glad that people do like to come here and I'm just as glad to know that there are people like John in Traylawnyd, North Wales, who love their birds and beasts, who love to write about their lives in their own small places, their loves and frustrations and what they like to eat.
Here's Miss Camellia who has been sitting on the nest in the pump house. She actually laid me a slightly-green egg the other day and you know what? I was THRILLED!
And this morning is clear and cool and the light is shining through the chicken's combs, making them the most scarlet color of all and Boppy went into town to take Owen to school and hang out with Gibson so that Lily could go to a doctor's appointment
and Maurice is breaking my heart because she only wants to sleep with Mr. Moon now and Jason is going to be the coach of Owen's T-Ball team and next weekend Lon and Lis are coming and we're going to go to Apalachicola and last night I made the most delicious venison and vegetable soup and also rosemary and cheese bread and it is Friday and I am going to go take a walk.
And here's a video that John Gray posted today.
It made me tear up.
I was talking to someone the other day about blogs and I said, "My favorite blogs are the heart-blogs."
You know what I'm talking about. And whether we love the Rolling Stones as I do or The Walking Dead, as John Gray does, or whether we are parents or photographers or writers or police officers or school teachers or attorneys or artists or midwives or, or, or...
if I read your blog, it is because it is really and truly about love and heart.
And I would hope that that's why you read mine.
Well, as Mr. Gray would say, "Hey ho!" and I as usually say,