I stand at the kitchen window cutting strawberries for shortcake. The window is open and a breeze flutters in. Last week it snowed. Today it was eighty degrees.
A train bellows from tracks below. The whistle reverberates off the butte and carries me away. I wonder what goods the train is hauling, where is it going and how many vagabonds are along for the ride.
My husband is in the driveway building on our chicken coop; an in progress Poulet Palace. He's not had to work on his own ... friends and neighbors lent tools and helping hands. Those are some lucky chickens.
I continue to have heart palpitations and wore a holter monitor over the weekend. I'll turn it in tomorrow and then wait for results. I'm nervous about what they will find. Whatever they do find I will deal with ... I have no alternative. In the meantime life is good.
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7 comments:
Sending you positive vibes. Prayers sent up.
Touching post.
The simple is good - and we can be "carried away" by all of it if we take a focused moment to immerse in it.
Silly question --> I haven't raised chickens so I've never understood why people often make their coops so tall. Seems like wasted space. Don't they just hang around on the ground?
That sounds like a wonderful Sunday evening.
My thoughts and prayers are with you, Shalet.
thinking of you shalet ~you made me feel like I was right there with you.
what a wonderful view those chicks have.
hope all is well.
Keep us posted - I'm thinking of you.
Yes, please keep us updated and in the meantime know that so much love and warm thoughts are coming your way.
The chicken coop is divine! We are still working on ours.
xxoo,
a.
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