Saturday, May 6, 2017

It's The Emo Virus

I knew I was not feeling well last night when I couldn't even finish one martini.
Nor my entire artichoke. And the food on the episode of the British Bake-Off we were watching made me feel slightly queasy, just looking at it.
Whatever August and Magnolia have had recently has caused them to be so unhappy and tearful and wanting their mommies and I'm pretty sure that I have a touch of the same thing because this morning after I made Mr. Moon a nice egg sandwich and it slid off the plate as I was handing it to him and it landed all in pieces in the dishwasher, I cried a little.
I don't want my mommy but a gentle hug sure would be nice. And I wouldn't mind it if someone came along and patted me on the shoulder and said, "There, there," and led me to the bed and tucked me in and gave me a cool kiss on the forehead.
Instead, Maurice just attacked my hands. I guess she's just being nurturing in the only way she knows.

Oh well.

Life goes on.

It's so cool and so beautiful and the light is so perfect this morning. Here are some of the young chickens.

Aren't they getting big? If you look closely under the edge of that little box nest, you can see the four Ace Hardware babies. They're getting big too and still are as shy as they can be.

All I really wanted to do this weekend was to pull the kale, and weed and maybe get rid of some of the collards and perhaps plant a few more zipper peas while it's so nice and cool and I'm going to try to do a little of that but I know that when I go to pulling that kale and those collards whose stalks are bigger around than a super model's thigh I'll probably end up whimpering.
We'll see.

Meanwhile, I can't imagine a more beautiful day to sit and do nothing if that's what it all comes down to. I would happily sit on the porch swing, rocking and weeping gently, whether for the gorgeousness or the virus, not caring either way.

Love...Ms. Moon


  1. This is me, taking your hand, leading you to the porch swing, or better yet, your comfortable bed, and tucking you in. Please take it easy today, dear Mary. The membranes are thin today. Wrap yourself in a blanket and drink in the knowledge of how much you are loved.

  2. There are days like this, sit down, dear Ms Moon and swing gently. All is well.

  3. Take a me day. That is what I am doing today. What does that entail? I have no idea. Right now I am drinking coffee and watching Netflix.

  4. Oh no--unfinished martini?--not good. Do feel better soon.

  5. yep. little grandkids are germ machines. making their and your immune system stronger but damn. hope you feel better soon. hasn't this cool weather been nice?

  6. Oh, bummer. I'm glad you got some of your tasks done but there's nothing worse than having to deal with illness on top of, well, just life in general! Hope you're feeling better now. I would have cried at that egg sandwich incident, too!


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