Here, Chick Chick Chick

We were invited over to DS & DIL1's for Mother's Day supper yesterday so I took the huge bag of peels, etc. we'd saved for the chickens and they were very appreciative.  They loved the kohlrabi leaves and brussels sprouts trimmings but the blueberries were the primo food.  They chased those little berries and each other to get every one.

The people food was primo too--grilled lamb chops, oven roasted rosemary potatoes, fresh steamed broccoli, spinach and strawberry salad, and a little ice cream sundae for dessert.  Yum.  It was the first time I've ever had lamb chops and I'm a fan.  More, please.

At my place at the table was this gorgeous yellow and white bouquet, so springy, so just right.  And I confess I hogged all the LC snuggles and only reluctantly gave her back to her mama so she could have her own supper and go night-night.  *sigh*  I know I'm awful but I could sit and hold her all the time, she's so soft and warm and she's got personality to burn.  Right now she's usually got most of both hands in her mouth and she's "la-la-la"-ing to beat the band.  This girl's got a lot to say.  Ooh, I could just eat her up.

This morning a little thunderstorm and rain woke me about 5:30 and when I went out to get the paper a couple more tulips have bloomed.  I'm not usually a pink fan but, oh my, I'll make an exception in this case.

May 12--Eastern Central Asia, Tapestry with Dragons and Flowers.  Eleanor looked up from her book.  She thought she had seen the wall hanging flutter but it couldn't have.  The door and windows were closed.  The furnace wasn't on, was it?  She cocked her head to listen... no, the furnace wasn't on.  The fireplace in the day room had been bricked up years ago so there couldn't have been a draft from there.  She shook her head and went back to reading, but then she saw the hanging move again.  This time she was sure of it.  She put her book down and picked up the fireplace poker.  Some practical joker was going to be sorry.

And it's off to work I am on this rainy day.  If it'd storm all day I wouldn't mind.  I like the crash bang boom of a good thunderstorm.  Ta-ta!
--Barbara