reality...

 

 

 

(The chicken a little bit above was one of the ones that ended up being a rooster.)

This last week has just flown by.  Chaos would best describe this morning.  

What the photos above don't show is that two of the pullets (female chickens) were not really females at all but rather very loud crowing roosters of which we had to take to a "country" farm this morning because the noise beginning at a little before 6am was unbearable for us and I am pretty sure for our community.  Both young roosters decided today was the day for them to begin seriously crowing non-stop.  

Our dog, Mazzy vomited all over our carpets.  I am not sure what is wrong with her.

Bella used up ALL of our toilet paper while she was in the bathroom and plugged our toilets.

My love was rather harried and late as he headed off to work feeling a little overwhelmed.  Water has been leaking into our garage in a manner that needs to be dealt with immediately.  Lawns are feeling overgrown.  The gate in which we hoped would contain the female hens is not tall enough to keep them contained in their area and they have all begun to roost high up in our willow tree.  Our 2 boys are headed off to Washington, DC tonight and today our new dryer decided to die, leaving me hanging clothes up to dry in hopes that they will have enough clothing for their trip.  I should be doing breakfast dishes right now but instead I thought I would post about the craziness we call our lives just to be raw, genuine and very real.  Urban farming is great but there are definitely days we aren't sure anything is going the way we would like it to.  Like the way our peach trees were attacked by stink bugs leaving us with moldy peaches everywhere, all of the plums fell off of our plum trees except one moldy one due to a late frost and our spinach was eaten by a cute little brown bunny.  In the middle of chaos though, is a sweet spot, a calming reassurance that one day when things calm down we will look back at this morning and giggle about its craziness, or like the little video post from a friend that breathed in peaceful music and the deliciousness of a salad my grandfather used to make that I finally took on the courage to try with his mandolin cutter left to me.  All of which helped me stay sane and hopeful today.

At least in the end we will say we lived rich and full lives!

Hope your weekend has a peaceful spot!

xoxo

Love,

~dee

 (recipe from my grandfather who had a beautiful urban farm of his own....he was ahead of his time...he passed away 2 and a half years ago)