Sometimes one of the babies don’t make it. Sometimes a seed doesn’t come up. Sometimes a plant dies, the honey bees leave, the eggs don’t hatch or the dog eats your new Japanese Maple tree. It doesn’t always work out and in those times, it is sad. It is a time of anger, sorrow, hurt and all kinds of tough feelings. And there are tears.
As we have been patiently watching our eggs all day today, I’ve been thinking a lot about what these baby chicks go through just to come out of their shells. We have our first two chickens pipping which is the beginning of the hatching process where the baby starts to break the eggshell with their egg tooth. We currently have 41 eggs in the incubator and this morning when Steve came in to tell me that the pipping had begun, I literally squealed
Those country roots never showed more than one late fall evening somewhere between 1976 and 1978…..
It was a good night, a rare opportunity to get dressed up, put on our cowboy boots and enjoy a grown up date night. The setting was inspiring, #OnLoveMountain….really, that’s the name of this magical place.
Honey bees are the only insects that produces food that is consumed by humans. (Honey does not spoil or go bad – even over centuries) Most of us are aware of this, especially when we pour some of this amazing liquid over a biscuit or mix it into our hot tea as a sweetener
This magnificent flower has always been one of my favorites. The first time I planted wisteria was from a cutting from my grandmother’s yard. Mom said to put some rooting hormone on it and stick it in the ground. I was skeptical but, lo and behold, a glorious vine began to grow. Having loved it my whole life but not understanding its strength, I decided to plant it so it would grow across the banister on my front porch. A few years later, I had to replace the banister and re-train the wisteria. It was a valuable lesson.
