These are the days of autumn. Forecasters in our area say that the leaf color this year will be somewhat lackluster.
We turn the heat on at night and the AC on during the day – crazy. Me, I’m holding on to the warm weather as long as I can and dancing in the gardens with the last of the flowers. The light that sparkles off the morning dew and streams through the ornamental grasses makes my garden feel like my own private cathedral.
Our Lucky is growing. He is now practicing flying in the house.
Soon we will have to make a difficult decision about his future. What a wonderful thing it has been including him in our furry and feathered family.
Why is there a peacock in my living room?
We have so many projects going at once. We start one, then something comes up and we stop what we are working on and move on to something else. Please tell me we aren’t the only ones with too many irons in the fire?
These days of spring bring about the season of renewal and growth.
Front porch sitting again.
If it is possible for a chicken to squeal with delight, Dottie did just that.
Baby Pepper proclaimed “I’ve got sisters!”
Thank you for your kind response to the post last week, about the crappy week I had.
Our little dog Peanut is doing pretty good except she had a really bad seizure about 4 am the other night. It scared me and left me feeling pretty helpless. Afterward, she went right back to sleep as though nothing had happened. I, however, was up for the rest of the night after that. Continue reading
In the night, on December 8th, Mr. Cottage and I became chicken grandparents. Our little hen, Daisy only 8 months old herself hatched her first chick. Daisy was terribly weak and unable to stand or walk because of her 21 days of sitting and not eating or drinking. I knew I needed to help her out.