Zombie Awareness Month

Squashes!

This, my friends, is a picture of sweet success. Can't wait to bite down into these things. With grass fed beef steaks and new potatoes and local green beans. Come on, Saturday! Get here already!

And I named this chick. Tried hard not to, really, I did! (Resolved for no names until I knew their gender and which ones I'd be keeping.) But this is Moe. Because... black strip on her head only = mohawk = Moe.

Of Dragons and Chickens

Jam packed weekend! That's the trend for the year, apparently.

Dragon Boat Races! The Museum's new fundraiser. So. Much. Fun! My building, known colloquially as the Kress Building, got together a fun and fabulous team - the Kresstonites. While we didn't win any races, we also didn't lose any. BUT. We did win Best Team Costume! If you can't win, lose with style, right? Dragon tail hats for the win (courtesy of moi. Humility is not my strong point.)



Also this weekend? Baby chicks!
So much cuteness it's ridiculous. :)

Final Hatch Count: 20

Though I lost one last night, and have two more that are rather puny looking. Not confident they'll make it through. Sadface. One of the punies is the only Americauna egg that hatched. That's life (and death), though. Spending my lunch breaks this week driving home to feed and water them. They're going through water at a ridiculous pace! Of course, it doesn't help that they kick the pine shavings into the water, soaking a lot of it up that way. Silly chickies.

AND. To add to the insanity that is my life, I'm hemming a wedding dress and the bridesmaid dresses in the next week or so. Also making five (count 'em - 1, 2, 3, 4, 5!) confirmation dresses for my priest friend's church. Deadline? June 12th.

But wait! There's more!! The tension on my fast machine is jacked up, so I need to take it to the shop and see what's up with that. And, of course, the chicks are in their brooder box in my sewing room. Some way I'll also need to build some sort of additional coop to put them in when they can go outside in another couple weeks.

Yikes.

"Worn out with this torture of thought, I rose to my knees. night was come, and her planets were risen: a safe, still night: too serene for the companionship of fear. We know that God is everywhere; but certainly we feel His presence most when His works are on the grandest scale spread before us; and it is in the unclouded night-sky, where His worlds wheel their silent course, that we read clearest His infinitude, His omnipotence, His omnipresence. I had risen to my knees to pray for Mr. Rochester. looking up, I, with tear-dimmed eyes, saw the mighty Milky-way. Remembering what it was - what countless systems there swept space like a soft trace of light - I felt the might and strength of God. Sure was I of His efficiency to save what He had made: convinced I grew that neither earth should perish, nor one of the souls it treasured. I turned my prayer to thanksgiving: the Source of Life was also the Saviour of spirits. Mr. Rochester was safe: he was God's,and by God would he be guarded. I again nestled to the breast of the hill; and ere long in sleep forgot sorrow."

Jane Eyre

Charlotte Bronte