As I sit in my chair in the late afternoon knitting, I spend more time watching the birds. There constant traffic to the bird bath that’s just in front of the window. Within about 10 minutes, the white dove flew up to the fence post, which happens several times every evening. There were a few cardinals in the bird bath, a blue jay came and chased them away.
The pictures are never great . . taken through the glass door with the cell phone but I look out and see a bluebird in the bird bath, my chickens, the fruit trees, the solar powered water well. I can’t help but think . . do I really want to leave here? Vince is ready to go and I’m not going to hold him back. I know that wherever we end up, we’ll make a good life for ourselves; we’ll work to make that place what we want it to be. We may not do as much as we’ve done here; we may or may not have chickens again. Even with the automatic doors, they’re pretty confining.
I’m not concerned . . kinda anxious to start anew somewhere else but would be happy to stay here too. That’s a pretty good position to be in . . fine if we go . . fine if we stay.