Henny Penny Lane

On the last leg of our late afternoon walk around the pond, then up past the garden, and down the road past the house...

and past the teeny tiny goat barn, where we turn around and come back home.

Look! I've found a container, a big container, to hold potting soil up at the new potting bench...

Oops! without the kitty cat, of course. It's an old granite ware tub, part of an old wringer washer. My daughter Andee and her friend Dawn found it in an old barn that was being torn down and thought of me.

For now I've set a bucket of soil inside the tub. It will take a lot of potting soil to fill this tub, plus I need to find something to use for a cover...don't want rain turning it into a black muddy mess.

See the vine in the dark green pot on the bench with the clay pots? You know, I was looking for a vine that would grow in the shade and lo and behold found the Creeping Charlie vine that had taken root in one of my potted plants...how's that for luck? 

Looks like I am not the only one having fun up at the teeny tiny garden with the new potting bench.

Can you see me now?

It was mighty boring around here before sweet Smokey arrived. No matter what I'm working on in the yard, he stays right with me, playing hide and seek and jumping out to scare me. He follows me around like a dog.

That's about it for the news on Henny Penny Lane today...but wait, finally, a half way decent picture of Rosie goat...

with, of course, something to eat in her mouth. Rosie is obsessed with food. She eats continuously. No more putting a bale of hay in the hay rack. She would stand right there and eat until the entire bale was gone. Her little belly feels like a basketball.

Rosie is still a sweetie pie and when I sit down in the goat lot she is all over me...jumping into my lap and nibbling at my ears and neck.

Hope to be back soon...

Love,
Henny