Eleven hours. I slept eleven hours last night.
And I mean solid.
It rained and drizzled on and off all day long and I just did little household things and started a sock monkey for Levon and my husband has (for once) heeded my instructions for him to spend all day relaxing with his foot up.
And now the clouds have cleared and the sun is shining so brightly that it's as if it's trying to make up for the entire day of hiding in the short time before sunset. It is getting chilly and is supposed to be down into the forties tonight.
I do not remember ever having weather this cool in April in North Florida.
But hey- I'm not complaining about it. I am so damn grateful to have these cooler days and nights. In fact, I would almost consider this to be perfect weather.
And oh god. Here I am discussing the weather.
And sock monkey dolls.
Wait. I haven't discussed chickens yet.
That's one of the babies. They are all so happy, these chicks. In fact, I don't think I've ever had a batch of chicks as healthy and problem free as this young flock has been.
I've been debating about bringing the jungle fowl kids into the house again tonight but I think I'm just going to cover their little coop and trust them to cozy up in the hay.
I don't know.
I particularly feel as if I don't know anything today.
I don't know shit, in other words.
About gardens or chickens or children or babies or anything.
Well, maybe about biscuits. I do know a few things about biscuits. I made some this morning that were excellent.
And I know that I'm glad that Lily and Jason are home and safe, having had a wonderful time. Lily said that one of her favorite parts about the whole trip was going to the beach in the Bahamas and being so amazed at the color of the water.
Well, since I don't know anything and since I don't particularly feel like making anything up, I guess I'll end this here.