This race of a life, hitting the ground running, no time for slowing down, taking a breath, relaxing.
My last post was September 7. Two weeks ago. That makes me sad.
We went to the nursery last night and picked out some new Fall crops for the garden. Eli helped. He also peed on a potted plant and I wanted to die of embarrassment.
IV drove the wagon. He also selected some killer broccoli. And some hot banana peppers.
Matty picked out seed packets for cucumbers, radishes and carrots. And a new trowel.
And beets.
I can't remember ever eating a beet. Perhaps I will learn to love them.
The chickens still aren't laying eggs. I think perhaps they need more cushion in their nesting boxes. So I'll do that tomorrow.
Matty thinks we have a rooster. A "cockrel" actually, now that he is Chicken Expert, Master of all Internet Chicken Knowledge. I refuse to believe it because there has been no "cock-a-doodle-dooing" when the sun comes up.
"Mama, why did they call you 'Liz Rogers'?" IV asked me the other day.
"Well, that's my name honey. But I prefer 'Mama'" I responded.
He still calls me Mama.
Sometimes you watch the shadows stretch across the fence and you want to hold on to the image for a long time.
And sometimes I just think that my hips look really, really wide.
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