For those of you who are blissfully unaware, edging a new garden is hard work.
"Hey Chris," I said. "This is hard. Is there a rototiller that does edges, kind of like that floor sander with the edge attachment you had?"
He looked up and said "I need to get my own blog."
He said that because quite often when he says something ridiculous I ask him to repeat it so I can get the wording right. As long as I am married to Chris, I will never, ever run out of things to write about. Today, for instance, he was having a bit of buyers' remorse about the glossy paint he bought for the coop. "But then," he said, "nothing is too glossy for our chickens."
And speaking of chickens (me? speak of chickens?), I was interviewed today by a real live newspaper person who's thinking about getting chickens. She asked me lots of questions. I will be famous.
And still speaking of the chickens, we had another Live! at Trout Towers! event last night. The Lindsays came by and played for us. What does this have to do with the chickens? Apparently the babies are fond of Irish jigs. They were crowding into the corner, and would have climbed right into Susan's lap if I had let them out. Wish I had thought of that last night.
They are friends of friends, and new to Trout Towers. We cannot believe we limped along this long without knowing them. We are hoping they'll be our new best friends. Such good people, and a blast to hear. You can see them when they open for the Bridgewater State College World Music Festival on April 27th.
I will go if I am out of my edging-induced epsom salt bath in time. Hopefully they'll do the one about chickens.