Some of you may think that all we do around here is stare at chickens. Well, to some degree we do a lot of that because they are so darn entertaining. But I thought you would all appreciate a non-chicken update. What else do we do around here?
Well, for one thing, Rex absolutely loves to cook. Just last week he made a delicious kiwi tart with Neni. I can't believe I ate the whole thing! But it was worth it. He says he wants to take French as his foreign language in high school and enroll in a Parisian culinary school. Right on!
In other news, we have finally received some rain in these parched parts. I was all set to plant potatoes when I went out yesterday and there was a fine crop of weeds in the row I had set out for spuds. Well, I was about to grab the hoe and take care of those guys when I realized I was standing in knee high weeds in the yard. I realized I was going to have to prioritize. First, I should mow the knee high weeds. Then I should hoe up the row. Then I should plant the spuds. Sounds easy enough, right?
Well, I had to dump the mower bag in the compost just about every pass because it filled up so fast. Also, I cruising through a particularly thick and high patch under our solar clothes dryer (Michael gets credit for that name) when the mower blades made a crazy sound and just stopped.
Now, we've all heard about the people who've gone digging under the mower and lost a few digits. I wasn't going to be one of those people. I carefully placed the mower in the stop position and flipped it over to see what was going on. Apparently someone thought it was a good idea to toss what was basically a log in the yard. Granted, it was a small log. Just big enough to get solidly wedged between the blade and the housing. So, again, I didn't want to loose any fingers, I kicked the blade a few times with my foot (I don't know why I didn't think I might lose that?) It was a tough one. But I finally got some movement and it looked like the wood chunk was loosened up enough that I could grab it. I tell you, I'm lucky to have my poor crushed and bruised left index finger. As I pulled the wood, the blade snapped around like a loaded spring jamming my finger hard between the blade end and the housing. Now I couldn't get my finger out. Well, I did finally get my finger out. Ever seen a bruised finger? It's all pinkish purple and hurts like crazy. But at least I have a finger.
Well, it was an exciting day mowing the yard. I decided I was going to have to be a lot more observant and vigilant so I didn't run into a situation like a log in the grass. There I was, sweating, pulsing finger, covered with grass clippings and still had not weeded or planted in the garden. I just wanted to finish this last patch of weeds and pick up the kids from school. I was almost there too. But then this happened.
I decided it was time to put the mower away for the day.
Poor little snake. I apologized for scaring it. It sat there coiled for a loooong time. I think it was paralyzed with fear. Eventually it slithered away like the proverbial snake in the grass.
I think today I'm going to go try and plant some spuds.
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