Gawd. What a day.
I haven't done a damn thing since then.
I didn't want to work in the garden anyway. My poor foot swelled up like a little pink loaf of bread and my gardening shoe hurt it and besides that, my hand began to itch as if the yellow fly toxin had gotten into my system and was trying to work its way out through other body parts.
I took a non-drowsy allergy pill and they lied, they lied. It made me drowsy.
Or maybe it was the rain or maybe it was the air pressure or maybe it was Jessie leaving but I WAS drowsy and I still am, or maybe not drowsy but leaden. And mean.
I feel mean. I don't know why. I'm not angry at anyone. I just feel mean and unsettled and the rain did not one thing to soothe me.
I took a picture of a little green tree frog that was in the front window.
Then I came in and took his picture from the other side.
Look at his clever little suction cup fingers and toes. He didn't stay long. He's gone now. I hope he got a full belly of bugs and went on home, wherever home is.
Flopsy spent all day with the other chickens but a few minutes ago, she began to call to be let in to the coop with her baby so I guess she's not quite done with being a mother yet. I think this is so interesting, watching how she is doing this separation thing. How does she know how to do this? Well, it's in her blood and her little chicken-bones. She knows. She just knows.
I admire her, which I guess is silly because she's only doing what she is supposed to do.
It would not be the first time an animal has been anthropomorphized and thus, made noble in human eyes, doing merely what instinct tells them to do.
They had a cook-out at the church next door. Yesterday they pressure-washed the outside of it. Even in the rain you could smell the meat grilling and I could hear people laughing. It was a nice thing. And even that did not really make me feel better but it did not make me feel worse, either.
So I'm cooking beans and rice and cornbread and have a salad and we'll eat our supper. Mr. Moon is pretty excited to watch The Hatfields and McCoys on the History Channel tonight. Kevin Costner and Bill Paxton. Might be good.
Damn, I make pretty cornbread.
I think maybe I'm starting to perk up, thinking about cornbread and honey.
Tomorrow might be nice after all this rain.
Let's hope. Let's all hope for a good day and greener grass right here on our side of the fence.
It could happen. I promise.