All Things Chicken

"If I didn't start painting, I would have raised chickens"

~Anna Mary Robertson Moses better known as

Grandma Moses

Rough Around The Edges

I still have lot to learn about country living. The two things I've learned so far are that your mind can really wander when you spend 4 hours on a tractor mowing and you can also make some pretty important decisions during that time.

I wasn't sure what led me to this decision. Maybe, it was the empty gas tank or the fact that I decided to forgo the sunscreen for ample sun time. Not the best tractor decision, I might add. But, when I realized I had a good two more hours to finish, I decided to cut some corners and leave it ' rough around the edges'.

As I drove the tractor back to the barn, I remembered the idiom, 'rough around the edges'. That was my mother's polite way of saying someone was not fitting for me to socialize with. This, of course, only made them more appealing. Looking back she was right, she was always right, and she still is right.

But, doesn't the term, 'rough around the edges' mean that something is unfinished?

Are we all not works in progress?

That would make us all 'rough around the edges'.

Don't you think?

I am still wondering if I made the right decision.

Those rough edges can be quite deceiving,

because they can provide the perfect cover for predators.

Season

Dear Spring,

It seems that I have waited a whole season for you to change.

You're just unwilling to see my perspective.

I will never forget the way you deliberately overlooked the dress code to the party I invited you to. Did you not notice the shame on my face when you showed in that grungy, grey pantsuit?

I tried to dress accordingly, since I knew you were accompanying me.

But honestly, I would have rather worn a

bright, floral sundress.

Frustrated in Ohio

Pick, Hunt N' Peck

I found this 1920's Royal typewriter at a rummage sale for 30 dollars and it got me thinking.

Do you think 80 years from now, some picker such as myself, will be just as excited to find an IPhone in a rummage pile? I know there's hardly any comparison...

I guess, it's inevitable that someday all the technological improvements to getting our point across, may be lost and the words, "what did you just say" foreign to our tongue.

I remember my grandmother loved to type, even though she wasn't very good. I used to love listening to her bang out a letter. I think she helped originate the term, 'hunt n' peck. She typed all the letters she sent to me one summer when I was at camp. I still have them, typos and all. This was before Liquid Paper. I always wondered why she just didn't write. Maybe, it was her way of advancing through technology. Well, maybe not advance. A sweet memory, though.

I'd like to congratulate all my picker friends out there in their efforts for reminding us of our past. It helps us learn who we are today.

It's Spring here, finally, in the Midwest and the sales are just starting.

I wish you happy finds!

Here's a link to my friend, Carrie's blog. She is a professional picker. Her finds really bring back memories!

http://junquemagnet.blogspot.com/

The Right Path

Feather in my path.

Happenstance? Gift from above?

Encouraged to travel on.