I am growing onions for the first time this year. We are still having crazy Montana-like weather here (another asshole snow storm yesterday) but I managed to get the perky dudes in the ground after work a few days ago.
Although it is chilly and feels more like February than April, my gardens are exhibiting a zest for life and hope for warm weather. Below photos: spicy mesclun mix, spurge (not the horrid spurge), purple leaf winter creeper, oregano, strawberry, tulip.
Today I build the chicken coop. Yes, my birds are still in my bathroom. They are giant and cute. Their little chicken personalities are emerging. They play and hop. They often sound like giggling sophomore girls getting ready for homecoming dance. I imagine them saying things like how do my tail feathers look? And, my comb? Am I calling too much attention to my husky thighs if I walk like this? I hope my man will help with the coop or it could end in tears and an early cocktail hour.
Bossy likes to run and cause trouble. She would be the bitchy girl at the dance who would convince unassuming Ida and Clementine that the rooster didn’t like them so she could cluck over and steal a dance. In most photos I take, she is racing by declaring you’re not the boss of me!
As for an update on my panicky pooch, we have been giving her Bach’s Rescue Remedy twice a day and some extra treats and attention and it is totally working.
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Dear Prom Chaperone,
Love the photos!
I smile at your analogy of prom chicks and your chicks, they are so big!
I am sure the coop will be a huge success & I predict that the early cocktail hour will be because of this triumph.
xoxo, The Gram Momma Chick