Wednesday, March 11, 2015


I watch the girls outside, moving across the farmette as they did before the frost and snow closed off their ramblings. They move in a pack, but not always. Each has her personality, her style. Butter is the brave one, the other white hen is the follower, Scotch is the loner -- many times walking off in her own direction. Is she happier keeping to the side of the pack? As the spring hawks return to circle the land, I worry about her the most. Who'll warn her of impending harm? Oreo? I don't think so. Oreo is protective when he is near them, but he has his disability and so he can't always be spot on in his assessments.


Life imitates Sinefeld. Maybe life imitates chicken ramblings too.

I have a rather complicated day today and so I am a woman of few words once more. I leave you with snapshots of a March day, where the sun is strong (strong enough to eat breakfast in the sun room)...


...and the snow continues to melt into the mushy soil.

I have a visit with Snowdrop:


And a drop-dead gorgeous walk with Snowdrop and her mom -- around the little lake again.


And there's more: I have a visit with old work friends, and then an unusual and special set of minutes where I poke into a school for a science fair and where Ed's most incredible design project (a mini C.N.C. milling machine) is being partially tested. By kids. Girls show enthusiasm too!


And then I pick up Snowdrop and bring her to the farmhouse for an evening with just me, as the parents have something scheduled and Ed is out playing volley ball tonight.

The poor girl tries to give me her best playful self, but it's late and she is tired.


She has had a full day. I have had a full day. No, let me correct that: a full, sunny and warm, beautiful spring day.


  1. I noticed that you've talked about the real owners of the hens. How long have you had the hen's, Nina? Were they free-range before this?

    Ed's miniature milling machine is fascinating. And those children look to be quite a bit younger than where the children here start learning about that kind of work (6th grade).

    Snowdrop looks all ready for spring, with her brightly colored outfit. Beautiful smiles!

  2. Without looking back through earlier posts, it *seems* to me that Ed always used to be so serious in front of the breakfast camera, and now he always has a big smile. He looks so relaxed!

    I hope that in our retirement, we have a brunch time like yours. I've told husband about your blog and, though he doesn't want to visit (a man thing...I think he even dislikes the word "blog"), he does like the brunch idea. Especially if I'm going to make it. He makes our dinner every night. I know, right? :)

    I love all of the Snowdrop pics. Not only are they a labor of love, but also an expression of your artistic sensibilities. I notice how you have an eye for color and composition. Lucky girl, to have this warmhearted documentation. In about five years she will be enthralled with these photos of herself!

  3. Ed's DIY CNC project... fantastic! I bet the kids loved it!!!

  4. Snowdrop is so animated and I love seeing her in that bright yellow. Very fitting for a beautiful bright sunny day.

  5. All your sweet words mean so much to me -- as you well know. Thank you.


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