This morning, the rooster, otherwise known as Stalin was crowing like mad. When we looked out the window, we saw him sitting on top of the grill.
We now know that Stalin is psychic. He realizes that someday he will be in the grill instead of on it.

Now that Celebrate Effingham is over, we are now turning our sites ready to get the house ready for the House and Garden Tour on Saturday.
We have a list a mile long of what needs to be done. Whether or not all of it will get done remains to be seen. My in-laws are suppose to be coming this week, and I am sure they will help with some of it.

Yesterday was Celebrate Effingham, the Summer Fair. It was a long day. We were up around 5 a.m. Got the dogs out, and the chickens out and fed, and began packing the car. We are not only on the Celebrate Effingham Committee, we were also vendors. We were there by around 8 a.m., and set up our booths. We had two booths. One for the herbal products and produce, and one for our photography. (more…)

About lunch time, the sky darkened. The forecast had called for severe thunderstorms, so we thought nothing of the blackened sky. (more…)

In our yard, we have lovely purple lilacs and white lilacs growing together between two small elm trees. In spring they are beautiful. In amoungst them is growing the plant from hell… Oriental Bittersweet. Bittersweet (Celastrus orbiculatus) is one of North America’s most invasive plants. It spreads underground via rhizomes. It will wrap itself around most anything, and destroy whatever is in it’s path. (more…)

We have so much going on lately, dusting is the last thing on the list to get done. Next weekend we are vendors at Celebrate Effingham, and the following week is the House and Garden Tour. (more…)

We live on on a road that gets a lot of cars. More cars at certain times of the day than others. During the day, we get traffic going by, and sometimes the cars are going to fast. At night, you can stand in the middle of the road and not worry about getting hit. Our house sits close to the road. In fact, it is so close to the road, we figure the state owns the corner of our living room. I am still waiting for them to come vaccum. (more…)

When we first got the chickens, we knew they were not pets. We knew we could not name them, as then it would be harder to kill come slaughter. When we got the first three, we decided to call them Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner. That way we would not get attached. Dinner is now Sparky, and Sparky has become my favorite chicken. She is now my pet. I am working on taming her a bit. As much as chickens can be tamed. (more…)

Yesterday, we decided to let the chickens out of their pen so they can free range around the gardens. They will help keep bugs and pests to a minimum. After just a short while, dark clouds came over head, and we were worried about them finding their way back home. Being that it was their first day out in the big wide world, we didn’t want them running into the woods, or some other place for shelter. We started to round them up. Not so easy a task. You go one way, they go the other. It was like a comedy movie for sure. The rooster was the hardest one to round up. He kept thinking that he could just run in, and of course he would run right into the wire, and bonk off the fence. It was a riot to watch.
A few minutes later, we managed to get them all back in the pen….and it never did storm. It rained a bit, but it wasn’t the storm the clouds made it out to be.
So, does chasing chickens like a crazy person count as a workout….LOL…I think so.