Noah, where are you?

It has rained here for many days! Many. Days. I think I’m going to ask my mother-in-law to change my husband’s name to Noah. And actually, I don’t think the people of Noah’s day had anything on the people of today’s population. Have you noticed the mess that is going on in our political climate? Yuck! But I digress. Where was I? Oh, yes.



The garden is a muddy mess. I haven’t been able to get out there to finish harvesting the cabbages or Brussels sprouts. Even a little tippy-toeing in the wet soil would do damage. So we wait. But oh….the ‘sprouts are calling my name~ fresh B. sprouts and onion sauteed with bacon in butter? Heaven. Sheer Heaven (name that movie). I am a bit anxious to see if this constant rain has split the beautiful cabbages. An abundance of water will sometimes do that. I might have a chance to get out there today. The forecast looks a bit more promising for clear-ish skies.


I’m coming my little mon cheri! Don’t split on me!

The pullets have begun laying in earnest and their eggs are not as easily distinguished from the older hen’s eggs. Except every now and then we get a tiny little thing. Sweet, isn’t it? It will be perfect on the inside, just smaller. There is some myth surrounding these tiny eggs. Sometimes the little eggs don’t have yolks. I haven’t found that to be true here on our farm, but eggs that don’t have yolks are said to be “cock’s eggs” or “rooster eggs”. HA! Now we all know roosters don’t lay eggs but IF a rooster could lay an egg~ and if the egg hatched, legend says that it would produce a terrible snake like creature, called a cockatrice, that could kill with an evil stare. (I’m pretty sure my kids think I have some “cockatrice” in my lineage.) According to the superstition, this could be prevented by throwing the egg over the family farmhouse so it smashed at the other side without touching the roof.



Whew! I’m going to go out and throw this little egg over the roof of our house right now!

Just in case.

Then I’m heading out the garden. I hear Brussels sprouts calling. And cabbages. And tiny, little side shoots of broccoli.


What’s for supper: Pork roast in cream gravy over Viking Purple smashed potatoes and sauteed zucchini.

Today’s count: 23 eggs~ the girls are definitely starting to slow down in their laying. I think the dark, overcast days have something to do with that.

Weather:  Scattered showers. Cloudy, with a high near 49. South wind around 6 mph becoming west in the afternoon. Chance of precipitation is 40%. Tonight a 30 percent chance of showers, mainly after midnight. Mostly cloudy, with a low around 35. Southwest wind 3 to 5 mph

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