What, you may say, am I looking at here?
Well, that is Violet, the bantam mother, and her child, Dr. Pansaloony, cuddled up for sleep. This cracks me up. I wonder whether Dr. P. or Violet is the one who instigates this under-the-wing sleeping arrangement. Darla's kids still sleep with her in a nest box but not in any way approaching that proximity. It is hot and I can't imagine they're cuddling like that for any reason other than the desire for closeness. Unless Violet still has a deep maternal need to protect her young. Good thing she only had one child.
I sent the picture to the kids last night and Hank replied, "The Doc knows a good thing when he has it."
For both their sakes, I surely hope that Doc is a lady.
I feel so much better this evening. There are two things that I can attribute this to.
Love, and a solid plan for someone to come and stay here to take care of the critters and house while we are in NC.
Actually, love is involved in both.
My husband got home from the coast around noon and he has been so dear and so sweet and I have accepted that dear sweetness and returned it in kind and my heart felt as if it had sighed and let go of some anger as he held me in his arms.
So that is lovely.
I have been extremely worried about the fact that we didn't have a house-sitter for the time we will be gone to see the Weatherfords. I have literally lost sleep worrying about it. I had posted on Facebook and no one replied that they could although I did get messages from both Mexico and France saying that they wished they could. Which I appreciated. Our neighbors have offered to do the chicken/cat duty and I appreciate that more than I can say but it just seems like a lot to ask. Another friend said that he would be glad to drive out here from Tallahassee (twice a day!) to feed and tend our feathery and furry companions but again- that just seems too extreme. And although Maurice hates it when we leave and rarely shows up in person when we have a house-sitter (unless it's Rachel, whom she likes) I don't want her to think we've abandoned her completely.
Which is ridiculous.
So today I reposted on FB and our dear and longtime friend Mark responded that he would be happy to do it.
Which is perfection.
I had thought of asking him. Mark works from wherever he is, via the internet, but I never know WHERE he is, although I know he's been in Texas lately. But he says he would love to stay here, will be in town anyway, and I am so grateful and so relieved. He's stayed here before and is comfortable here and I feel as if a great weight has been lifted from my chest.
Mark is one of the people who calls me "momma" so you can only imagine how grateful I am.
I now feel as if I can truly make plans for our trip and Mr. Moon has reserved us a room in Athens, Georgia for our traditional stop on the way up to Black Mountain and I will begin making lists tomorrow of what I need to do before we leave and what we need to take with us.
I picked more figs today. I am thinking that I might actually be able to can a few jars of preserves before I leave. And my husband has mapped out a route for us to come home which will include a stop at a place called Barney's Peach Stand so that we can have peach ice cream and buy a shit ton of peaches to bring home for me to make preserves and pickled peaches with.
Reason to live.