REAP WHAT WE SOW

Some pretty miraculous things are happening around here.

I went to check on the chickens on Sunday afternoon and in the nesting box was...



Our first egg.

I cried. It seemed symbolic to me. Like the chickens were rewarding my toils and heartache with their own little gift.

I cried some more. Cat claimed that the girls just knew there was a predator in the house and that now they're happier since he's gone.

Let's go with that.


Did the radishes know there was a predator too? Apparently so:



Tonight, the pork chops are in the crock pot and we have three enormous radishes, bright red, clean and fresh, sitting on the counter waiting for us to dine.

These are my rewards.