Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Trimming

This week I find myself trimming around the house.
I have been trimming my:
waist by exercise
finger and toe nails
hair
lawn
clutter
calories
and...chicken wings!
Yes, last night after getting home late. I roamed around the woods in the rain with a flashlight searching for a chicken that flew the fence. My husband had counted "the girls" when locking up the coop and noticed the camouflage gal (black and white)was not on the roost with her friends. So I looked in the dog pen and all around the woods in the usual places. I'm sure I will have poison ivy in three days! At this point I was frustrated and really didn't care if a wild critter had her for a midnight snack. Then I turned my flashlight on a limb where I heard a noise when I saw it, a small screech owl. It started hooting at me as I stood frozen just watching. It just kept looking at me until I went in to bed with out finding my chicken. As I went to sleep I thought to myself, I'm going to get some good luck, as that is what I've heard seeing an owl brings. Sure enough in the morning overlooking my yard, there she was,camouflage girl, happily eating bugs free from her pen. So...tonight once she was caught her wing was trimmed so she will not fly the fence and I will not be out in the woods hunting in the trees with my flashlight. However I was given the gift of hearing a small owl sing for me. A lifetime experience! Notice those trimmings!

Thursday, June 9, 2011

Planting

Lots of rain kept them from planting our field last month. Last weekend my family was cutting up fallen down trees from the recent storms getting them out of the planters way. It was in the 90 degree heat and I was dripping with sweat and very red in the face. Yet, we all knew we had to trudge forward as those broken down limbs needed to be cleaned up. Tonight the farmer pulled in with his John Deere tractor pulling the planter behind. He opened the door and yelled out, " Do you want to ride along." Of course my daughter pulled on her boots and hustled down the hill to hitch a ride planting soy beans in the dry field. They have been out there now for hours going back and forth going across corn stubble rows of last year. I sit on my screened in deck listening to the hum of the tractors engine. Thinking how blessed I am that my daughters have this opportunity to see seeds planted then grow into a crop that feeds so many others. They understand how the planter is filled with seed and that each seed in individually dropped, then is pushed under with a metal plate. The overturned earth smells fresh,a smell you only get during springtime planting. The crop is in , the planting done, the farmer happy...grow soybeans grow!