One Week Later

I planted seeds. I planted one tray the day after he died and another tray the following Friday. They’re under lights in my bathroom which has a constant ambient temperature of 80°F, thanks to the heat light for the chickies – who have outgrown their cardboard box and now roam a very large wooden crate. The headdresses of the Polish crested are in full punk rock mode – pictures coming soon. The only time I feel truly OK right now is when I’m hanging out in the bathroom, feeding the chickies from my hand or misting the emerging sprouts. New life, and all that. It’s gentle and hopeful. Thank you all, so much, for your comments and emails over this past week. They have helped me more than I ever expected and more than you will ever know.

Do cows smile?

Yes. Often while meditating.

Running Errands

What a difference a day makes.

photo taken Saturday | photo taken Sunday

Spring has touched down.

A Thousand Thanks

Picking the care package recipient was not remotely scientific ~ I asked Mike to pick a number between 1 and 456. He said 221. Maggie, I’ll be emailing you for your mailing address!

When I wrote the contest post, I left the comment guidelines completely open, thinking ‘whatever words are left for me are what I need to hear.’ I was not expecting so much kindness. I needed to hear it. Thank you all.