Some fun things are being added to the shelves at the shoppe these days. As I'm rummaging around the closets I've decided there's enough goods here to fill the shoppe for at least the next year. Maybe more. Awesome.
So tell your friends. Tell your family. Heck, tell anyone that might be listening! Come on over!
For the first time this season... Jack Frost stopped by last night.
It appears that he wants to stay for awhile.
I have been a bit quiet in this space for the past month. Working on savoring fall and all the goodness that comes with it. Trying to be here. Right now. Not dwelling on the past. Not fretting about the future. There's been a few celebrations and a handful of days at the apple orchard. There was the perfect fall day spent at an estate auction and a few more days hiking and biking. There's a garden that's slowly being tucked away for a long winter's nap and there's been pumpkin picking, chicken chats, roadside stops, wood stacking, apple crisp, apple pie and maybe even an autumn ale at the end of a good, long day.
So you see autumn's been happening and somehow swept me off my feet. :)
This morning there was a little gift waiting for me in the coop. It was from Chicken Pot Pie. This little white egg is her signature. She will be the one and only white egg layer in the bunch. It's the first egg in a very long time - so to celebrate we all did the chicken dance and it was amazing!
I bet you wish you could've been there with us. :) All the cool chicks were there.
Of course a photo of the first egg is so important! It deserved some sort of pedestal and flowers and a sunny spot and well... here is the golden egg:
This evening I went back out to the coop to check on the happy bunch and apparently the pep rally this morning went over really well because smack in the middle of the coop was ...
a beautiful brown egg!
Now who laid this beauty remains a mystery but after much cackling it was decided that we do the chicken dance - one more time! So that's what we did.
There are a few things I want to remember about this August week:
It never fails. Every single year when the acorns start to fall - I think ... "What's that noise?! Is someone throwing something at the house?! Ack! The sky is falling!" And then it sinks in for the upteenth year in a row I think... oh my gosh, I've done it again! I let the acorns freak me out. Ugh.
I really, really like zinnias. Easy to grow. Easy to love. You make me happy.
Bunting is like frosting on a cake.
Sometimes in the late evening just before the sun sets I open the door to the coop and the girls come skipping out. And I'm not kidding - they skip! The younger group of 5 like to fly around and spread their wings dashing from spot to spot while the older 3 mosey around rolling their eyes at those young (inexperienced) chicks. As you can imagine it's hilarious and such good therapy for all involved.
I biked all the way up my steep driveway. I have NEVER done that before. I thought for sure I'd run out of breath and that my heart was going to burst. But I did it! Me! I did it. Thank goodness there is no video of this amazing feat because it's possible that it may have mirrored a circus act. But hey... I did it!
I get a bit anxious this time of the year. Thinking about the change of seasons approaching. Not wanting to let summer go. As I sat outside last night and soaked up the perfect evening I took a deep breath and thought about being here - in the moment. I spend so much time fretting over what's to come that I forget to enjoy what's right here. Right now. There's still plenty of summer left and I just have to remember that. And just be in it. Not beside it.
Back in July a friend stopped by to see if he could cut the meadow hay in the lower field. He had recently purchased a couple head of cattle and was looking for areas that might have extra hay to use this winter. He had the equipment and man power and the hay would be put to good use. I in turn would have a field that's free of giant weeds that transfrom into tall, dry stocks - a bit of a fire hazard so it was a win-win situation for both of us.
The part that I didn't expect was the memory.
I came home from work that day and noticed the neat rows of freshly cut hay. Mother Nature did her magic to dry it just so in the days that followed. That weekend as I was working outside and I heard the noise of a tractor and side rake. It has been years since I've heard those two together. It was the combination of the sounds of the tractor and side rake working together, turning over each row and the smell of that hay - it transplanted me right back into my childhood.
Later that afternoon he came back with his crew, tractor, baler and trailer. And that sound. The smell. I can't quite describe it but it was as though I was sixteen again. I drove the tractor, Greg stacked the bales. Higher and higher. He'd stack those loads so tall. As many as he could. There was always that record of trying to out-do the last load. Row after row. Higher and higher. And sometimes. It was too tall. Tall enough to touch the electrical lines. We stopped. He rearranged. And then we'd start all over again with the next load. Perfecting it. Load after load. Always hot. Always sweaty. And always a water jug tied to the back of the tractor.
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It was just a short time before their job was finished so I quickly snapped a photo and smiled knowing that Gordy would have loved this day. I loved it. It felt so amazing. Every once in awhile I have this feeling where everything seems right in the world - where the stars are aligned and there is a rhythm to life.