Another rainy Monday here on Henny Penny Lane. What is it with Mondays lately anyhow? I thought to myself...this is the perfect day to dust the shelves in the laundry room, or paint the bathroom or paint the hallway. But a thought is as far as it went.
Poppy and I, with Eli and Weetie, did go out looking for grape vines. We walked along the edge of the woods behind the pond and found several.
When we cleared the land here in 1988 to build the cabin, Poppy saved all the wild grape vines and made wreaths. Two of these wreaths are still hanging on the front porch but have become dry and brittle. I'm wondering if we could save them by adding new vines.
See how thin and ragged. I love adding cedar and berries to the wreaths at Christmas time. Poppy has dozed off on the couch. When he wakes up I'll surprise him by having everything needed to work on these wreaths spread out on the living room floor. He will be delighted, I'm sure!
More worrisome news on the teeny tiny farm. Little Jewel is missing again. This time I'm afraid it's serious. Last night at the edge of dark, like good, well behaved children, all seven of her youngsters returned to their little pen down by the pond. I noticed that Jewel was not with them. After locking the gate, I went back to the big hen house hoping she had gone back with the older hens, but not so.
Jewel was still missing this morning. Knowing her like I do she probably lost her life protecting a chick in trouble. I'll search more tomorrow.
Bless her heart. I feel so bad for her. She has hatched nine chicks since May.
Remember this was her first.
Better get supper on the table. I put together a big turkey pot pie and stuck it in the oven at 3:30. It's golden brown and done now...and smelling good.
Thank you for visiting. Hope to be back here real soon.