Window in my bathroom with the morning sun behind it.
I do love to buy scarves in thrift stores. Silk ones, mainly. I do not wear scarves as I do not have the accessory gene, sadly, and any time I've tried to put one on in order to look like one of those romantic, dashing types, I just feel stupid and as if I was in drag. But I do love scarves, especially the ones that are more works of textile art than fashion accessories. I use them on walls and in windows and they bring me pleasure. This morning when I saw the sun coming in through that one (and it overlays a piece of yellow silk), I just had to take its picture. There is something so magical about the way sunlight illuminates itself through filters, whether stained glass, napkins hanging on the line, prisms, the new leaves on trees, a hen's comb, or a piece of silk with flowers on it.
Here's a pretty hen whose comb and wattle are not illuminated but still lovely. This is either Alice or Annie. I have given up trying to determine which is which. I just say, "Hello, Annie-Alice!" or sometimes, "Hey there, Alice-Annie." They do not seem to mind and still sing their own sweet little songs as they go about their days.
One of the hens is missing and has been for several days. I can't even tell you which one it is. Fourteen hens is too many for me to keep track of. I know it's not Darla or Dottie, Alice or Annie, Little Violet or Plucky. We've seen no signs of violent death or hen-napping. No scattered burst of feathers anywhere. Just an absence in the roost. It could very well be a hen who has taken herself off to brood on a hidden nest somewhere. That has certainly happened before. If so, time will tell that story. I figure that Darla has one more week on the nest before we should start seeing peeps. There is nothing more darling than the sight of a fuzzy little chick head sticking out from underneath the feathers of a mama hen.
These two boys graced us with their presence today. I offered to have them here so that Jessie could do her shopping and things around the house that just don't get done when little people are there. I hadn't planned on doing a darn thing today so it was easy. And Boppy was here too. Suddenly it seems to me that Levon's legs are getting so long. He's losing that little baby boy form. I feel like this summer is going to be a growing season for all of the grandchildren. Owen may well be taller than me by the time school starts in August.
The boys were good, as always. They are so easy-going. They got to watch some TV while they ate their lunches of peanut butter and banana and honey sandwiches and apples slices. And we read books. So many books. Luckily I was not forced to voice every bit of flora and fauna in them. They were happy just to listen to the stories. They hung out in the garage with Boppy for awhile and August and I started another puzzle which we barely got started. It's 3-D and has five hundred pieces. I think that is going to go back in the box. But while we frittered around with it, we talked and that was fun. He and I have an easy back-and-forth relationship. And get this- he pointed out to me that you can tell if one of the puzzle pieces is facing up or down or sideways by the little ridges in the them which are created by the 3-D effect. I never, ever would have noticed that.
I've got another huge pot of soup on the stove, having used my super power to take leftovers and make more of them. I cooked a pot roast a few nights ago with cabbage, potatoes, and carrots from the garden and they are all now nicely diced and simmering with a few more vegetables and a little rice and roasted broccoli from last night's supper. I'm making another loaf of sourdough and something is wrong with my starter. It just isn't creating the rise that it used to so I'm going to try feeding it daily for awhile to see if I can get it back to its former powerful lifting abilities. Of course, it may not be the starter at all- the bowl of it I have on the counter that I fed is bubbling away nicely. I'll tell you one thing I learned today- chickens will eat sourdough starter faster than a cat can wink its eye.
I hope they don't explode.
I did ask August today why he had his head in the hole in the sand at the beach when his mama took his picture.
"I was digging," he said.
"I was digging," he said.
Which makes so much sense.
I do want to discuss the CDC's directives on masking after vaccinations but not tonight. I need to get my ass in the kitchen.
Can you see them?
I hope all is well with you.