Tuesday, October 6, 2009

problem solved

A couple of weeks ago, I told my husband that a blogger was looking for a new home for some of her chickens and she said I could have them.....he said,"Great! There' s only one little problem...we don't have a chicken coop for them!"
Problem solved... Do you realize that you can buy absolutely anything you can dream of on the internet and they will bring it right to your door? AMAZING! Ok, so it was the end of the driveway...but that's close enough.
The only thing that was not included were the two smiling Amish guys shown in the photos putting the chicken coop together.
The child inside the coop was full of smiles... the guy with the ball cap...not so many.
The only thing waiting to be finished is the ramp for the chickens to get in and out of the little door, a coat of paint or two and the little flower window box. And my end of the deal....driving 5 hours one way to pick up the chickens.....I'm starting to wonder... exactly how much noise will these chickens make on the way to their new house ...and how long will my Jeep smell like chicken sh@t?!

Monday, October 5, 2009

She Was Somebody's Mother....

While blog hopping this morning, I stumbled across

Margaret's Hope Chest and fell hard.

There are numerous projects and causes

that a quilter could chose

to donate their time, fabric, quilts or services to.

This one has struck a cord with me and perhaps it will

for you as well, because she was somebody's Mother.

(Click on the logo to visit Margaret's Hope Chest)

Somebody's Mother

The woman was old and ragged and gray And bent with the chill of the winter's day.

The street was wet with a recent snow And the woman's feet were aged and slow.

She stood at the crossing and waited long, Alone, uncared for, amid the throng

Of human beings who passed her by Nor heeded the glance of her anxious eye.

Down the street, with laughter and shout, Glad in the freedom of "school let out,"

Came the boys like a flock of sheep, Hailing the snow piled white and deep.

Past the woman so old and gray Hastened the children on their way

Nor offering a helping hand to her So meek, so timid, afraid to stir

Lest the carriage wheels or the horses' feet Should crowd her down in the slippery street.

At last came one of the merry troop, The gayest laddie of all the group.

He paused beside her and whispered low, "I'll help you cross, if you wish to go."

Her aged hand on his strong young arm She placed, and so, without hurt or harm,

He guided the trembling feet along, Proud that his own were firm and strong.

Then back again to his friends he went, His young heart happy and well content.

"She's somebody's mother, boys, you know, For all she's aged and poor and slow.

"And I hope some fellow will lend a hand To help my mother, you understand,

"If ever she's poor and old and gray, When her own dear boy is far away."

And "somebody's mother" bowed her head In her home that night, and the prayer she said

Was, "God be kind to the noble boy, Who is somebody's son, and pride and joy!"

Mary Dow Brine (1816-1913)

Sunday, October 4, 2009

could she really ....

have grown this much in just a few months....really?!
outdoor chores resulted in grumbly tumblies....
we planted popcorn this Spring.....no joke! and after a miserable growing season, were lucky enough to harvest two ears that have been laying on the kitchen counter drying for the longest time...
they were the most delicate pieces of popcorn I've ever enjoyed! next year we will plant the entire packet of seeds. you should try a row or two...
outdoor busyness with chores left spare moments to work on a bit of this and a bit of that....but mostly this.