And here we have Miss Pecky who is proving her name by eating beans directly from the vine as she perches on the fence post of the garden. She is welcome to eat all of the beans she wants but when my lettuces and greens have been planted and have started coming up, I am going to be most unhappy if she and her sisters go after them.
Pinto and Eggy Nancy
Chickens can definitely fly but they don't seem to realize it until they do it and once they've done it in order to fulfill a goal, they seem to remember. And oh, how they love sweet baby collards!
I had a hard time sleeping last night. I was tired but sleep was elusive and then, after I did surrender to it, I woke up around three and was awake until after four. Jack was with me but he didn't really bother me. I don't know what was keeping me awake. My ribs did ache and I think I've done too much the last few days. Or at least, too much of the wrong things.
I have no idea.
But today I have done very little. I've been tired and so I've rested and shelled the last of the peas that Mr. Moon picked yesterday. I've got them in a pot now with the ham bone from Easter which I pulled from the freezer this morning.
There are two different types of field peas there and don't ask me what they are. I'm not sure. The brown ones are the ones that had dried on the vine but they'll plump back up and will be as good as the green ones. It's going to be a simple meal. I started a loaf of sourdough yesterday and it's almost finished with its final rise and so there will be that and a salad and that is enough.
The wild yeast of Lloyd is still raising up bread on its mighty shoulders.
Mr. Moon's been gone all day to do some work at Hank and Rachel's. There was screening to fix on their back porch and he wanted to pressure wash the place. I'm sure he'll be exhausted when he gets home but he can sit in his chair until bedtime when he will generously and graciously give it up to me. It's still seems very odd to me to sleep in a different room from him. We can see each other's lights from windows and I know when he's turned his off to go to sleep. I feel like I'm a million miles away rather than just a few rooms away and still, every time I wake up I have to take a second to orient myself as to where I am and where he is. I don't like this. I don't like it at all but it seems necessary.
And now he's home. The oven is heating up to receive the bread. The field peas are simmering nicely. I love meals that are served in bowls with bread on a plate beside them.
Tomorrow we will put on our masks and go vote in the primary at the local Baptist church.
I will NOT be voting for Karen Purser.
I'm pretty sure that God told me not to.