Sunday, October 26, 2008

A brisk October wind

It's been a week since i lost Nathaniel and i don't feel much like writing but think i should anyway.  i've gotten my yard, garden boxes and chicken coop all ready for winter.  Wish i had a camera to post pictures with; my tiny farm in the city is looking very tidy and bedded down for winter.
Don't get me wrong, there is always something to do around here.  i never get to the end of my to-do list but it somehow makes me feel content.  i will clean up Nathaniel's grave sometime soon enough, i know the right time will come.

Danny come over bright and early this morning with his trailer hitched to his rig.  He took Paul and i to Burns Feed Store for bales of straw.  i had been thinking about stalling the purchase with money so tight but with Danny all cheerful and early what could i do but go with the flow.  
Thank you Danny!

So, the bales of straw are stacked around the chicken coop for warmth.  i might need one or two more.  i'll sit on it for awhile.  Paul and the neighbor Oscar helped me put the canvas canopy over the coop last weekend.  The chickens are living large.  Their little world is looking spiffy, if i must say so myself.  The canopy will keep most of their yard dry.  Plus, Oscar built a little shelter for them.  It will give them a break from the winter east winds.

Speaking of winds, today was bright, warm, beautiful and blustery.  Nice!  One problem, leaves.  In one day's time my yard is covered in leaves.  There has been gentle droppings of leaves lately but today that changed.  And it's suppose to rain before next weekend.  Oy.  See, i told you the to-do list is never complete.  i barely get home from work before dark so it will be November 1st before i rake.  

Wow, November 1st.  Three days before the election.  Busy work for a jittery heart.  Sounds good.  Larry David posted a column on Huffington Post that i really related to.   As jittery as i feel, i am at the same time, somewhat, dare i say, just a little bit... teeny tiny, wait for it... hopeful.  Ahhhhh, the sweet taste of hope.  i almost hate to hope.  The agony of crushed hopes is a very powerful deterrent to too much hoping around.  Teeny tiny pun there, teeny tiny... little pun.

Well, well, what do you know?  i didn't feel like writing but i did it anyway.  Good.  Feels good, like a brisk October wind.

Peace and love, 
C




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