As I blog away, one of the Hennies announces exuberantly that she has just laid an egg. Richard is hammering in those nails to secure the shingles on the addition to the Big Hen House. Melanie's no name homemade bread is almost done as the waft of its aroma tickles my nose. She's headed to the mailbox and will be back just ahead of the timer's buzz. And, from his favorite place on the the West Porch, Max, the Cat, reminds us: "Naps are good."
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Naps
As I blog away, one of the Hennies announces exuberantly that she has just laid an egg. Richard is hammering in those nails to secure the shingles on the addition to the Big Hen House. Melanie's no name homemade bread is almost done as the waft of its aroma tickles my nose. She's headed to the mailbox and will be back just ahead of the timer's buzz. And, from his favorite place on the the West Porch, Max, the Cat, reminds us: "Naps are good."
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