Looks like Easter doesn't it?
I began this on Sunday. As I exited the back door,
my olfactory glands were graced by the
fragrance of yesterday freshly mowed lawn grass reactivated by the night’s rain. I was aiming for the garage behind the house that
houses the four original quail plus nine new ones. We had ten, I lost
one—haven’t told the owner yet. The quail in its effort to escape the
monster’s hand (mine), panicked and flew out of the cage and out the door faster than a eagle after a mouse. I keep the door shut now.
After a bobcat got all but four of the thirty
original quail; I moved them to the garage and have been guarding them like a
border collie guards his flock.
The new quail are becoming tame, the old ones are so
tame I can set the water pan on top of one and it doesn’t move. Both old and
new are laying, as are the chickens. Today a sweet little hen added a brown egg
to the aqua-green ones that have been appearing as if my magic in the same spot
every day. This may not seem like much
to others but for me it’s like planting a garden and waiting for the tomatoes
to ripen. Husband and I ate today’s two fresh eggs soft boiled. Their yolks
were the color of a California sunset, and their the taste was exquisite.
In the dangerous art of turkey feeding I wounded
myself about a month ago. Not from a turkey—but from a bungee cord. It sprang like as catapult
slinging the hook and hitting me on the thumb. Three weeks later I was still suffering.
I lanced it on Christmas day—not as bad as it sounds although I spent most of
the day mustering up the courage to do it. The next day the infection was gone
and I was pain free. Now I have new skin, and a vibrant pink thumb. Beautiful
thumb, lovely thumb. I love my thumb.
Okay, back in the house, I check in on twitter. Recently
I have met the most wonderful people there. Today I was inspired by Claire Cook
who has written a number of books, time
flies, wallflower in bloom, Life’s a Beach and others. She said when she
was 45 she wrote her first novel from the back of a minivan. When she was 50
she walked the red carpet regarding her book made into the movie Must Like Dogs. It had a Newfoundland dog
in the movie, which is what Bear is. (Bear is daughter’s dog who lives with us
and who uses Peaches for a pillow.)
From
Claire Cook:
Protect
Yourself from Negativity
“I’m always stunned when people aren’t happy for me.
But sometimes they’re not, so I try my best to rise above other people’s
negativity. People told me you can’t get published without connections. I didn’t
know a soul. Lots more people told me the Must
Love Dogs movie would never be made. Ha ha. Long shots happen every day.
Believe in them. Believe in yourself. And if there are people in your life who
aren’t supportive of your dreams, dump them if you can. Or at least stop
sharing your dreams with them.” –Claire cook
From Kevin Parson’s blog
www.kevinparsons.blogspot.com who is traveling across America with his wife on a motorcycle and with a pop-up tent.
“Think of yourself as on the threshold of
unparalleled success. A whole, clear, glorious life lies before you. Achieve!” –Andrew
Carnegie
From AnneLamott@Annelamott:(Wrote a wonderful book on writing, Bird by Bird)
“A bad 1st
draft means that half the way home. God, how can something be so scary and such
a relief at the same time? Welcome to creation.”
From Martha Alderson’s book, The Plot whisperer:“Writing demands that you:
“Give over
vast swatches of time and deep emotion to an endeavor with absolutely no guarantee
of success.” (Yipes!)
Finally a word of encouragement from the world’s richest man:
“Live
the present intensely and fully, do not let the past be a burden, and let the
future be an incentive. Each person forges his or her own destiny.” – Carlos
Slim
