So much time has passed since I've puttered in the garden. And here in the middle of Summer, it shows. My plants are sadly in need of repotting and attention. I really have no excuse for the garden's neglect. My shoulder is considerably better, almost completely healed. I think now, though, it might be best to wait for a little bit of cooler weather to tinker with potting and such.
I needed to see the pretty greenery to lift my spirits. My garden is always a soothing balm to my soul. When I need to clear my thoughts or feel sad or overwhelmed, just a little time there will lift my spirits. All I need now are the chickens like the ones I used to have for my bliss to be complete. My little bantams, which had a knack for brooding continously, the beautiful white silkies whose feathers I treasured, the big Aracaunas which supplied the most beautiful eggs, and the barred rocks whose eggs we enjoyed so much- all of them gave me such joy! I wish now we had not sold them. At the time, a trip we needed to take gave us no other option. With no one who could care for them while we were away made it necessary to part with them. Since then, I have many times been on the verge of buying chicks again. And always I am reminded that having them really does curtail and restrict travel plans. Even so, I would have ordered more chicks last spring, but since I opted to keep the stray kitties, I thought better of it. That coupled with the possums which had taken up residence under the tool shed, made me fear for the welfare of any young fowl. I keep hoping that feeding these felines will curb any appetite they may have for birds. On occasion though, I do find the feathered remains of their victims. Fortunately, so far, it doesn't appear as though they were any of the songbirds I enjoy feeding, or even the purple martins we 'board'. So at least for now, for yet another season, having chickens must wait. At least the chicken house is ready and waiting also.