Chickens and Dirt

 I Enjoy Seeing Chickens on the Fence

I like it because it defies the idea that a chicken is a feathery ball of fear. 

She could flutter forward into the pasture and face adventures unknown.  

Or backwards into the yard. Maybe she'll sit right there as long as she pleases.  It's really a matter of agency, and not being driven by fear.  Truly, if my hen was driven by fear, there is only one place she could go. . .back to the coop.

It seems like whatever I learn and/or face in life, it probably leads me to pick from similar available options:  Forward, backward, retreat, or wait on it.

 A Little Dirt Never Hurt

There is no shortage of dirt around our place.  This means there is a also a great deal of washing that goes on.  It's such good fun to teach a young child that it's alright to get dirty--in fact sometimes we can't get good work done without plunging right in it.  This is when I like to say, "Don't worry about it, I will help you get cleaned up when we're finished." Reminds me of Someone else I know and love with all my heart.

 September 24, 2013 

Wakey, Wakey, Eggs and Blog

Repeatedly Rediscovering the Long, Lost Blog

1:37pm

In our house, we have a tradition in the afternoon.  I’m told that it is also practiced in many other cultures; and perhaps I’ve experienced this first hand when I found myself disappointed in a small town in Spain while looking for an afternoon snack.  

We like to have what we call. . . a siesta.  

I thought today that I don’t always feel like sleeping during this period of time that is so important to the evening contentedness of very young children.  I remembered an old blog that I started years ago. . . why not write a thing or two?  It doesn’t have to be long, in fact I thought that maybe I could do short entries that are the haiku-version of journal  blogging.  We’ll just have to see.