tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post5584613367300249636..comments2024-03-28T05:38:04.618-04:00Comments on Bless Our Hearts: And Don't We All Wish We Had A Basket To Hide In Now And Then? Ms. Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-28497146054074659802019-04-24T14:20:11.778-04:002019-04-24T14:20:11.778-04:00Hang in there, chickie.
I know you will.
Your chic...Hang in there, chickie.<br />I know you will.<br />Your chickens are so interesting! I'm not a big chicken fan, but your notes about them pique my respect for the little creatures.<br />I thought of you this week while reading a novel about the life of a woman named Frances Mary Moon. (Liberty Street, by Dianne Warren; couldn't put it down. Now how often does that happen? Not often enough.)<br />Happy Spring, Mary, in your exotic deep south.<br />KateStubblejumpers Cafehttp://stubblejumperscafe.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-76218566463832582322019-04-24T10:44:13.338-04:002019-04-24T10:44:13.338-04:00I'm so glad I could help you with that, Steve....I'm so glad I could help you with that, Steve. Haha! It will make a handsome pedestal, won't it? Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-42265197285718557232019-04-24T10:43:36.671-04:002019-04-24T10:43:36.671-04:00I'll look it up. Thank you!I'll look it up. Thank you! Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-25780846159494028322019-04-24T10:43:18.532-04:002019-04-24T10:43:18.532-04:00Oh my god, Sabine. That is it exactly! And that gl...Oh my god, Sabine. That is it exactly! And that glimpse is enough to scare the fuck out of me. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-14453720767002536682019-04-24T10:42:42.336-04:002019-04-24T10:42:42.336-04:00I've tried magnesium and perhaps never found t...I've tried magnesium and perhaps never found the right one. I'm glad it's working for you! <br />Well, Dearie isn't brooding yet. Maybe she won't. We shall see though, won't we?Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-70751197994012740252019-04-24T10:41:42.217-04:002019-04-24T10:41:42.217-04:00It's true, Lilycedar. And I know that by now.It's true, Lilycedar. And I know that by now. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-42495861171988589652019-04-24T10:41:16.560-04:002019-04-24T10:41:16.560-04:00I've already been bit by mosquitos and have re...I've already been bit by mosquitos and have removed a tick from my leg. And of course, the ants never cease biting if we get in their space. <br />Yep. Chicken in a basket. I have no idea why people thing chickens are stupid. Or birds in general. Seems to me that bird brains work quite well. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-63497967965408477532019-04-24T10:39:07.317-04:002019-04-24T10:39:07.317-04:00Oh, how I love you, woman! Thank you. You always u...Oh, how I love you, woman! Thank you. You always understand. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-10108773675981060112019-04-24T10:38:31.272-04:002019-04-24T10:38:31.272-04:00I remove them and remove them. I'll ask Hank i...I remove them and remove them. I'll ask Hank if he has any idea. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-16219086601453031952019-04-24T10:38:06.242-04:002019-04-24T10:38:06.242-04:00Hello, Mittens! Welcome. Thanks for coming by.
Yo...Hello, Mittens! Welcome. Thanks for coming by. <br />You are right about all of us wanting to get back in bed sometimes. SHUT THE DOOR! <br />I think our spring is about done here and we are gliding right into summer. <br />But, you know- Florida. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-65332647094636954262019-04-24T10:25:02.893-04:002019-04-24T10:25:02.893-04:00Mama said there'd be days like this, as the so...Mama said there'd be days like this, as the song says. We all have them. Tomorrow will begin anew!<br /><br />Thank you SO MUCH for your comment on my flowerpot post. Of course I think you're completely right -- it's a pedestal, not a pot!Steve Reedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11684120060438252945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-12626211337660837032019-04-24T09:51:11.137-04:002019-04-24T09:51:11.137-04:00Its LilyCedar but I'm at work so I'm on my...Its LilyCedar but I'm at work so I'm on my phone. I'm reading a very good book right now which gives me a great deal of hope. Love 2.0 by Barbara Fredrickson. I struggle so often with loneliness and grief and a lack of hope but this book gives me hope that I can feel better. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-58929307783740386182019-04-24T09:47:40.237-04:002019-04-24T09:47:40.237-04:00Oh Mary. There are days (times?) when it feels to ...Oh Mary. There are days (times?) when it feels to me that I am getting a glimpse of the dark stuff behind my veneer of all-is-well. Hold on. Take care. Be gentle with yourself.Sabinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09015827501648296977noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-44594607682287963822019-04-24T02:24:05.085-04:002019-04-24T02:24:05.085-04:00I am finding magnesium is regulating me very effec...I am finding magnesium is regulating me very effectively there days. It might be a matter of finding the right one, and method of ingestion, as they are not all the same.<br />I'm glad I'm not broody on a basket I have to say! I suppose things could always be worse...Johttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08988685736635515808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-38242646565224951082019-04-23T22:36:22.404-04:002019-04-23T22:36:22.404-04:00I hate those days but they do pass thank goodness....I hate those days but they do pass thank goodness. Sending hugs and love.My life so farhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16721270441968035994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-31055236542006513002019-04-23T22:23:47.114-04:002019-04-23T22:23:47.114-04:00all we can do with the downish days is carry on.....all we can do with the downish days is carry on......as you know.... as best as you can. I know we all have them and they aren't fun, but we know they will pass. <br /> Chicken in a basket makes me smile....chickens have the strongest survival instincts of any creature I have known.. hugs to you tonight<br />Susan M<br />PS It instantly *became* summer here today in Ca.......88 degrees, I've got the dreaded bug bites to prove it, and I am NOT happy. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-85087883344974865382019-04-23T21:00:09.198-04:002019-04-23T21:00:09.198-04:00Some seasons are just emotional and the reasons no...Some seasons are just emotional and the reasons not always clear and all we can really do is rock with it till it passes and in the meantime dear Mary, here's my hand. Let's sit together on your porch and muse about the chickens. Or watch the light change through your cathedral trees. I am loving you from here. 37paddingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-16691618238564193012019-04-23T20:56:01.479-04:002019-04-23T20:56:01.479-04:00That damn spammer has been by already to put links...That damn spammer has been by already to put links in your comments. Do you think Hank knows a solution?Joanne Noragonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16601010208310707750noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-46351338787060236072019-04-23T20:32:02.483-04:002019-04-23T20:32:02.483-04:00I love the broody basket, and the chickens. And y...I love the broody basket, and the chickens. And yes, I understand those broody moments we all have, I think; it's part of being human, as much as anything. And she is just doing what we all wish we could, now and then, climb back into bed and pull the door shut. At least she gets chicks out of it (or something), all we get is a rumpled bed. =)<br /><br />We're still waiting for the slight haze of grass up here to turn into must-mow grass, and bit of warmth, to boot. I think I saw A Yellow Jonquil out there this morning, but didn't dare look too close, in case it was an illusion. <br /><br />Spring does happen, sometimes late, sometimes later. mittenshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04878611591683283429noreply@blogger.com