Well, I've just come inside from what some folks might call a miserable rainy, cool fall day. Our plans to pickup the new countertop from Lowes for our laundry room is on hold since it's raining outside. So I have spent the morning listening to a cacophony of snoring dogs while reading the latest edition of Mother Earth News that showed up in my email and looking at online heirloom\organic seed stores. The only thing that is missing is a hot cup of cocoa. And maybe some cinnamon muffins.
Anyways....my perusing was interrupted by some very excited noises coming from the hen house, so hubby Jim and I put on tennies and hooded rain gear and headed out there thinking we were about to find our very first egg. But we were only to be disappointed, as there were no eggs to be found. Good grief...I feel like an expectant grandparent!
While we were out there, I grabbed the plastic bins that I'm going to put in the nesting boxes. (I'll do another post on that project tomorrow). I need to cut them down because they're a little too long to fit. And they turned out to be a convenient box to put some jalapenos, red peppers and tomatoes in - while were out there, we noticed that we had a ton of stuff that could be harvested. Harvest in the middle of a downpour? Not gonna stop us. And a neighbor even stopped by to ask what the heck we were doing out there looking like demented monks with our hoodies up, so we gave him some tomatoes for braving the rain.
Swimmingly yours,
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