We spend the weekend with the kids up north. We meet the newlyweds for breakfast, and later have some wine and homemade soup with the homesteaders. We make plans for the holidays in their homes which actually feels pretty wonderful. Letting the holidays go is a welcome step for me. I figure they all need the practice, and the opportunity to build their own traditions, and for right now I am so thankful they are including us. But I also understand that might not always be the case. So I am going to embrace it and enjoy every moment.
“Make your holidays a conscious season.”
― Sunday Adelaja
There is some talk, between me and him about getting a fake tree, but both of us agree we are not ready for that step. So we will head out with Basil one day soon, and cut a small one down to bring home to light our living room with joy, knowing there is a very good chance we will be the only ones who see it. I will hand over, yet one more box of childhood ornaments, to decorate another tree and fill ours with what is left. There are plenty I tell myself, and there are.
I come home with over 100 photos of the chickens. They follow me around the yard like puppies, getting under my feet, so very curious about what I am up to. When I get down to their level to snap a photo, they try and peck at my camera lens. They nap and scratch and ruffle their feathers as they preen themselves. They make me laugh. I let them out both mornings we are there, when Basil and I return for our morning walk, and bring in warm eggs.
What I have learned from these chickens:
it's best to just ruffle up and let it go
get outside every day no matter what the weather
stretch your wings, even if you can't fly far or very high
nature is way ahead of humans in most departments
chickens are more entertaining than anything on TV
you don't need water to take a good bath
don't be afraid to let your voice be heard
flock together and take care of each other
be curious and don't peck the hand that feeds you
have a beautiful week. . .