The baby chickies are no more. They are now small hens and roos. Our rooster needs some crowing instruction. As is, he is more squawk than crow.
The children are enjoying public school. Not a bad time to enroll, as this is field trip season. Beach, park, more beach: it's all good.
My bff came over today and played kitchen wench, chopping and assembling meals for us and baking yummy bread and generally lifting my spirits.
The vegie gardens I cannot report on as they are too far from the house and I can't wobble out to see them yet. The flower gardens are lovely. I'll try to get a picture.
Me? I am nappy. Shower. Nap. Sit in a chair for an hour. Nap. Loaf around in bed for 3 hours. Nap. I'm pretty much worthless, but each day a little less so. At this rate, I'll be perky in time for Christmas.
Now I need a nap -- all this typing . . .