The worst of Sandy will likely skirt
around us here in Appomattox VA, but still we have a cold a blustery day or two
ahead of us. Our thoughts and prayers are with everyone who'll have a rougher ride
than us ahead them …
Coffee With Kessy and the critters was a full house this
morning. In times of nasty weather I like to pen Kessy in her stall, of course
there's no door, just a strand of white tape stretched across the doorway, but
the inside, behind the tape, it gets nice and cozy. I had hung the, "tape
door" last night when I tucked her in with her night-night apple. It wasn't
really raining yet, but a heavy mist had her wet, and the wind had started to
pick up, and it just felt like she'd have a more comfortable night inside. So
when I moseyed out this morning with my thermos of hot Folgers, she greeted me
with a happy, hurry-up, nicker.
The chickens had all beaten me to the barn, too. Well, I was
a half hour late ... Tigger and Miss Kitty, Saturday, too were all snuggled in
with Kessy. The chilly damp air seemed blocked by the tape, falling from my
back like a discarded wet rag, as I stepped into Kessy's bedroom.
Saturday began to bounce, wiggle and howl, doing his fine
rendition of, "I'll dance for my breakfast," Kessy followed my every
step as I fed Saturday, scattered the chicken scratch at the, "inside the
barn feeding stations" (I have a few tucked away spots so they can peck away
out of the weather on bad days) and
filled her haybag. Then settled into my chair, which today I moved back in the
corner out of the wind, and steaming coffee in hand, just took in the
peacefulness of all of us snuggled together, out of the weather.
The wind seemed determined to reach inside, but the way I'd
built the barn only allows, even the most tenacious fingers of cold and wet, to
get more than a few feet inside, leaving plenty of space for everybody
to snuggle. The bird feeders were busy this morning too, Cardinals, Nuthatches,
Titmice and a Chickadee, too swooped in, feathers ruffled, to fuel up for the
day.
After a nice morning Coffee Clutch I headed back to the
house where, as I opened the door, I was greeted by the delightful smell of a
pot of simmering vegetable soup. It's Ravishin' Robbie's custom to fire up a
big ol' pot of soup on bad weather days. Ah, what a wonderful way to turn a damp
windy day, or snowy blowy day, into a delightful, "snug as a bug in a
rug" day ... Simmering Soup!
Be safe and God Bless!
So glad the storm will miss you Dutch. The rest of the folks are in my prayers.
ReplyDeleteUmmmm I can smell it too... Enjoy!
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