Our chickens are finally starting to lay decently again so we have enough eggs for our own use. Hooray! (We eat a lot of eggs . . . when we have them. When we don't, it's the pits!)
I really enjoy the distinct difference between summers and winters in our part of the country. It is truly as if we live in two different worlds.
As burnt out as I am on gardening in the fall, I'm ready to get out there again in the spring.
The geese remain so clean and pristine looking when they have access to the pond. After being cooped up with no method of bathing this winter, they look pathetic. (Fortunately, they seem to feel better than they look. Apparently, they have no pride. Or mirrors.)
Two people don't need a lot of food. We have so much food left in our freezers and on the canned goods shelves as we go into spring that I wonder why I spend so much time growing and preserving all the food I do.
My cousin recently sent me copies of pictures of our family taken during our childhood years he found while going through his mom's things. What vivid memories those pictures bring back. Absolutely vivid. I was so fortunate to grow up in a large extended family. I wish my daughter could have experienced the same thing.
We can get plenty of outdoor exercise in the winter time, but it's not nearly as inviting or easy to go outside when you have to put on a heavy jacket, insulated pants, boots, gloves and/or mittens, hat and sometimes a face mask.
It's so hard to watch your dog get old. I mean really old so that she no longer is the same pup she was up until a few months ago.
Since we're staying away from most baked goods and desserts, I've been surprised to find how very much I actually miss making these products. A couple of times I've simply had to make a batch of cookies and then give them away or hide them in the bottom of the freezer.
How in the world can I have a daughter who will turn forty this summer when I'm not that old myself? (Well, okay, I am that old -- plus, plus, plus -- but I sure don't feel it.)
The saying, "Live each day as if it were your last," is pure balderdash. What a quick mess I could make of my life if I were to follow that!
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