Friday, August 30, 2013
The day flew by like lightening.
Before I knew it evening was creeping in on my little acre.
So I paused and poured myself a chocolate-vanilla cordial and meandered to the shade of my fire pit.
There I sat and witnessed the garden growing and ripening in the verve of late August.
I looked down and around …
I looked looked up and within.
I witnessed the hens doing their chicken antics. Free entertainment, that.
I tidied around the fire pit, creating order to which the hens promptly manifested chaos.
I smiled at their fluffy butts. I just love their fluffy butts.
I sipped my cordial and considered making it less sweet with the next batch.
I laughed as I heard one chook say to the other, "I think you have a little something on your beak there."
Yeah. Being. Witnessing. That's what I made today.
Posted by rose of Walk in the Woods, LLC at 8/30/2013