As Mr. Moon said about these eggs this morning, the only way they could be fresher was to put the skillet under the hen's butt.
I swear to you- I have no idea in this world why I am so tossed about by my emotions. Chemicals, sure. But why and how do they change? Is the weather part of it? The moon, the stars, the planets? At this point I am disregarding nothing.
But the fact of the matter is, here it is Sunday and I am feeling quite well and not unhappy or dragged down by it all or hopeless or helpless or any of those other usual Sunday feelings.
I haven't done squat. Well, I cooked those eggs and some bacon and made biscuits. And lazed on the bed with Maurice who has been even lazier than I am. She let me pet her for a little while and then she grabbed my hand and then she softly bit it and then she licked it and eventually, she jumped off the bed and went her own way.
As I told a friend of mine via text this morning, I'm almost ashamed to admit how much I love that cat. She and the chickens are the perfect pets for me. They are not demanding and are content to live their own lives, sometimes intersecting with mine. I do not feel guilty if I don't spend "quality time" with them. They all love it when I give them treats but if I don't, they do not sulk or look at me as if I had failed them. Dogs are too much like children and thank you very much, I have raised mine and actual dogs too and enough is enough of that. I love the time I spend with my grandchildren but I am so very grateful that their parents are doing the heavy work.
So yes, a cat and chickens are plenty for me and they mostly bring me nothing but joy and giggles and eggs and the occasional snuggle. Maurice has never once pissed or shit in the house and I think she's only puked once.
Okay, okay, there is the occasional murder to clean up after.
Yep. Cat and chickens and...okay, plants.
Let's face it- I have to grow something or the nurturer in me will explode.
My latest joy in that regard is so tiny that taking a picture would be useless. And highly unimpressive. The two Surinam cherries I stole from the yard of my best childhood friend in Roseland about a month ago have finally sprouted. The sprouts are so tiny as to be almost hair-like in size but that's what they are and I could hardly be more excited. I've also successfully rooted a very small sprig of hibiscus and some succulents which grow wild in the jungle down there.
And do you remember this picture from last week?
The Bee Balm is Monarda Citriodora and the Horsemint is Monarda Punctata.
How beautiful are those names?
Anyway, in my state of good spirits today, I think I will walk down to where I found them and dig a few up (yes, I will be trespassing) and bring them home. There is a lovely web article about them here.
All right. Enough verbal rambling. I think I will go and literally ramble. Mr. Moon just came in and showed me a walking stick he's been making for me. It's beautiful and almost as light as the dog fennel stem that I use to walk with. He is my darling, that man.
I hope that your Sunday is going well too. Report in and let me know. Data can be collected. We will all benefit.
Gold Rings On Ya.