The weather here has been in the mid 80s all week and made me think that it was time to pull up some things in the garden and think about planting some things for the fall. So, this morning, I hauled myself out of bed and into the crisp morning air. I pulled up old, over grown lettuce. I pulled up the broccoli and cauliflower. I dug up onions and carrots. I pulled up the the fennel that never bulbed. I dug and turned the soil. And then I checked on the the things that were still growing, the green tomatoes, cucumbers and kale. We have one bell pepper on our pepper plant.
While I worked, I felt the cool breeze on my skin. The air filled with the sent of licorice as I pulled up the fennel. I could hear the sound of chickens clucking. Wait...What?!? Someone in my neighborhood has chickens. I knocked on the bedroom window and made Chris open it and listen. Then I looked at him and said "I'm getting chickens". I let him talk me into waiting until next year. But...I'm getting chickens.