I love a grey day
Dreary winter days are purty days. It's cozy. With the hens I find myself having to venture from the warm house into the cold, dark and dreary backyard. Still love it. I build a small fire in the chiminea and hang. It's the dreary days that have always brought me inspiration.
Tonight the hens are all bundled up. I have learned it is healthier for them to stay outdoors and not in a shed, mud room or studio when the temps dip. Now...who wants an ice day and to be able to stay home from work? Raise your hand!
Tonight the hens are all bundled up. I have learned it is healthier for them to stay outdoors and not in a shed, mud room or studio when the temps dip. Now...who wants an ice day and to be able to stay home from work? Raise your hand!
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2 Comments:
Oooh ooh! Me, me!!! <---pushing hand as far into the air as possible...
I love a gray day too, especially a gray day in which I don't have to do anything but hang with the cat and drink tea and read a book, or, as the case may be, cram for my next test. Either way, bring on the ice!
I love the grey days too - it's really only then that I think everything will be okay in the end!
xoxo p
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