I have decided that I don’t like February. Actually, I’ve known that before. February 2012 was a very bad month; February 2018, also not a good month. Really February 2020 doesn’t at all compare to either of those and so I should be counting my blessings. In fact, I think I’ll do that.
Blessing #1: Christina, who brings me chocolate and cooks amazing meals. Last night was bacon tacos with tomatillo salsa (really pork & pork belly, but fondly called bacon tacos), which reminds me that this morning I can have leftovers, always a nice thought.
Blessing #2: my brother, who sends me puppy pictures when I am feeling sad.
Blessing #3: Zelda, the beloved dog, who has developed the sweetest snore in her old age, always charming me.
Blessing #4: my dad and stepmom & their comfy driveway. I am so incredibly lucky that I get to sit at their breakfast table and talk to my dad about life, the universe & everything. I don’t take that for granted at all.
Blessing #5: Serenity. The van, not the emotion. I love my cozy tiny house and I love the freedom it’s given me.
Blessing #6: Lynda, my writing buddy, always in reach at the end of the text message window to encourage me and inspire me.
Blessing #7: Beautiful Florida weather. Even February could be made so much worse if it wasn’t sunny and clear outside.
Blessing #8: my chicken friends. I love that they now come running when I open the van door, I love that they’ve decided that Zelda is harmless, I love the sounds they make and I love watching them. It is impossible not to smile when you have these crazy birds in your life. Go, chickens!
I just realized that I was trying to think of two more blessings in order to make my list include ten and that annoyed me. Ugh. I am not going to become a person who writes top ten lists, that’s just ridiculous. So I will stop counting my blessings now, at least in pixels, but I will keep counting them as I get dressed in comfy clothes, walk the dog through a beautiful park with lovely spring flowers, eat a delicious breakfast of bacon tacos with eggs from chickens who eat my blueberries and Z’s dog food, and enjoy the first day of a new month. It’s going to be a great day. And a great month, too.
Don’t you just love to watch chickens pecking and walking around?? My artist friend, Lloydene Cook has chickens and one particular one, Petunia, just delivered 12 baby chicks less than a week ago. If you get a chance, check out Lloydene’s Facebook page. (I’ll e-mail you a photo of Petunia and her brood–Petunia is actually a “Turken” variety of chicken so has no neck feathers. Strange looking, but a beautiful bird.
I do! And I love the sounds of them, too. Great pictures, I wish these chickens had some chicks!
Amen and ditto and chickens are funky funny to watch.
I adore the chickens. Yesterday I wiped out Z’s food bowl with a paper towel and put it out on the grass. There was a generous amount of food left in the bowl so this was a little pile of wet dog food — rice, carrots, peas, some chunks of meat. A couple of the chickens happily nibbled, until one that I’ve nicknamed Raptor — a brown and gold one, rather skinny, quite predatory looking — came up and STOLE the paper towel. She preceded to run all over the yard, searching for a safe place to explore her find while the other chickens chased her. It was so funny, so delightful. I did not get the paper towel back so I’ve now littered, but I assume it’s somewhere in her yard somewhere… Chickens. Gotta love ’em. I have guilt now when I eat them, but I assuage my guilt by reminding myself that they would quite happily eat the exact same meal.