Memorial Day weekend
It is another holiday that has been stolen from its' original intent. At least in my eyes it has been. The meaning is not lost on some but on other it has been. Camping and barbecues have taken the place of remembrance for many. As I get up this morning it is chilly, and the wind is blowing relentlessly. The chickens have been generous the past few days on the eggs, and I have a duck that is sitting contentedly on a nest of eggs. That is unless DH kicked her out and shut the duck door. When I go out to water the trees and the rhubarb I will check. Here it is almost June and I have no seeds started for the summer. My heart just isn't in it. I think I know why, but it is still something that I should get done. It is the end of the day the sink is full again and I did not accomplish all that much. Couldn't water because someone disconnected my hose, and it is not one that I can get back on very easily. Now it is close to dark and the youngest and I will go for a bike ride soo...