Laura baked homemade bread again last night. When she bakes, it’s a twofer. The wonderful aroma wafts through the house and I get to eat fresh baked bread. The smell is better than any candle and the bread is better than from the store.
This morning, I poured honey from my aunt’s beehive over a couple of slices for breakfast. Wow, what a way to start the day! My youngest daughter joined me for breakfast. She had a couple of slices of bread with pear preserves that her grandmother had made for us.
When we all went out to do the farm chores, there were no eggs in one of the chicken tractors. You’ve heard of an egg-sucking dog? We have egg-eating chickens. It’s a nasty habit that they develop sometimes. I’m not aware of a reliable way to cure them of this habit. So, they will become productive and contribute to our farm in another way.
You’ve heard the story about the man eating eggs and bacon for breakfast? Afterward he comments “The chicken contributed to this wonderful breakfast. But that hog? He was committed to it.” Well, these chickens of ours have just volunteered to up their contribution to a commitment.
The older two kids took turns mowing portions of the yard today. They used to love doing that. Now, the novelty has worn off and it’s another chore.
The cows stand at the edge of the pasture with bated breath when they mow. They know that the sound of the mower means that a few bags of grass clippings will soon be tossed over the fence to them. I guess it’s kind alike a government dole for them. Some times I think that I should just cut out the middleman and fence the yard; let the cows cut and eat it themselves.
This afternoon, Laura had an appointment with her midwife. Everything is progressing along nicely. Won’t be long now.