The woods and fields are full of golds and purples and lavenders right now. As Lily said the other day, it's the season of the royal colors.
She is right.
I'm almost caught up on my laundry so that went well. Or, sort of well. It was a bit of a stressful situation for me in that the guy listened to the machine for about three seconds and said, "You need a new drain pump. It'll cost you between $250 and $300. I've got the part in my truck."
So I said, "Let me call my husband." Which I did.
He said, "WHAT???!!! That part can't cost seventy bucks!"
Then he thought a minute and said, "Okay, tell him to fix it."
So I told the guy to fix it and next thing I know, I'm getting texts from Mr. Moon showing me those drain pumps online that we could order for $41 and they guy's already tearing out the old one and what am I supposed to do?
Anyway, the long story short is that we have a new drain pump and Mr. Moon is pissed at himself for not fixing the thing himself but he's come to peace with it because he'd run out of clean socks.
So it's been a day like that- nothing much with little pockets of stress here and there. I went out to check the garden, which is ridiculous in that I only planted it three days ago to find this:
I cleaned out the hen house so that's all filled with nice fresh hay that the chickens will poop up tonight when they go to bed. Last night when I went to shut them up safely inside, I found Dottie Begotti and Darla Star up on a roost
which was good because we'd been having to put them up in a nest by hand every night as they'd been going to bed on the ground which is not safe, even in a closed up hen house. Any critter that found their way in there (and it's happened before) would immediately go for the easy target of tasty tiny morsels on the ground. But it was also bad because where was little Nicey Two Two? I swung the beam of the flashlight around and finally located her. She was on the skinny ledge above the door.
I was relieved.
Today I saw the three of them almost all the way to the house and the pride I felt in their little brave selves is not unlike the pride I felt when I saw that the arugula had busted dirt.
It doesn't take much, does it? Not for me, anyway.
I'm thinking that tomorrow I might IRON and then I'll be proud of myself!
Bless Our Hearts where the bar is set so low that everyone can feel comfortable!
That is the service we provide.
And we are proud to do it.