I really screwed the pooch yesterday when I wrote my post. I did not get my meaning across and I've just spent an hour trying to do just that but this is a subject that is so thorny, so "feminist" (and why is that a bad thing?), so deeply ingrained within our patriarchal culture that I think it would take a book to really say what I want to say.
And I've deleted it all.
Hopefully, my thoughts will come together soon in a coherent and rational way and I will be able to write something that I can feel good about.
Until then, I'll just say that we got some rain today and I am most grateful for that. I took a walk and it was hotter than hell and most unpleasant.
But once again, I did not die.
I'm always grateful for that although if I had died, I doubt I would have any feelings about it whatsoever.
Here is the little chick with the feathery feet.
It is not a great picture but you can see what I mean. Do you see his/her little comb forming? I so hope that we do not have a plethora of roosters here but we probably do. Some of the little ones are already developing some serious tail-feather feathers.
Also, here are the tomatoes we picked today.