Rain, rain, and more rain.
It's all my fault.
I went out to work in The Garden Saturday morning, and a rogue thought came to me - "Oh, I don't want to water the garden. Maybe it will rain and I won't have to."
And it did later that day. And every day since.
Ugh.
The front yard is flooded, and still it rains.
I got out this morning and ran. At least it didn't start raining until after the house was nearly in view at the end of my run. It rained last time I ran, too. I'm tired of trying to run around thunderstorms.
I'm just tired of rain.
But a low pressure system has been sitting over the midwest for a week. The forecast is gloomy. No end in sight for now.
So I lost myself on the Internet looking up information on Backyard Chickens.
Yes, Backyard Chickens. And Urban Chickens. And Pet Chickens. And Chicken Coops. A garden and backyard chickens would go together so well!
Then I found that we can't have chickens inside the city limits. Curses, foiled!!!
Believe it or not, there is sort of a chicken...movement. A groundswell. People in Indianapolis are putting up chicken coops in their backyards, at schools and workplaces! There's even a Tour de Coop bicycle ride/tour of several urban chicken coops in the fall. Crazy! But oddly compelling.
My great uncle Earnest (yes, spelled with an "a") lived in Orange County, California - NOT in the country, and he and my great aunt Edith had chickens and a garden, and fruit trees. I clearly remember the chickens, and "picking eggs" for Aunt Edith.
Maybe I just want to relive my childhood.
Or maybe I want to pretend I live on a farm..
Or maybe I'll give it a politcally correct label - an Experiment in Sustainability.
Yeah, that's it - Sustainability.
Maybe next I'll look up goats.
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