Answering the 7-7-7 Challenge!

Last week I was tagged by my writing friend, Pat Esden in the latest of the blog chasers going around.  If you get the chance, check out the snippet she posted from her gothic novel, Moonhill.  I’ve read snatches of it, and it’s a lovely blend of complex family tensions and lush setting. Here’s the 7-7-7 Challenge: Flip to page

One Man’s Treat is Another Man’s Poison

Gooey nutty pies, gorgeous peanut butter mousse, molten peanut butter cake, darling peanut butter pops, and of course, anything made with the classic peanut butter cookie. I’m sure it looks gorgeous to you, but it makes me want to gag.  Literally. There’s no getting away from peanuts, no matter how hard I try.  That was the

The Fruits of Superstition

Some people get wiser as they age, but all I’ve gotten is more superstitious.  When I comment on how nice it’s been that I haven’t got the flu this year, I fully expect to get the flu–just because I said something about it.  If I’m waiting for something good to happen, I try to distract myself

Never Argue Eggs with a Guinea Hen

We were thrilled yesterday–seriously doing a happy dance–when we caught our guineas laying their eggs out in the woods behind our pasture.  They’d chosen a very nice spot, one we’d missed when doing egg search walkabouts. But, there they were.  Eleven eggs, tucked into a hollow between two trees and protected by brambles.  The brambles especially

Did I Say No Penguins?

After our last trip to the St. Louis zoo, the kids were really begging for some flippery friends in tuxedos, but I held firm.  Or, I thought I did.  Then our Black Copper Marans chicks showed up today, and I wondered if they’d somehow slipped their penguin chicks past me! This guy is still deciding who he is. 

Check Out Our First Chick!

Having given birth to two kids, you’d think I’d know how to wait patiently and gracefully for baby’s arrival. Nope. Our first home-grown silkie chick pipped (broke the shell) yesterday morning around 6:00am, but then proceeded to do absolutely nothing.  After many long hours of nothing–she rocked her egg a bit.  Then she started peeping distressingly,