My only exposure to chicks was eons ago in grade school, this has been an amazing near-24 hours, far different from any school project. Instead of the cute, fluffy chicky I tend to see the chicken it will turn into in a few week’s time. These wee ones had an easy night, they let out a few loud peeps late last night and as I fight through the cats to get to the cellar to check on the layer of scattered, sleeping chicks I am reminded of the lack of sleep babyhood provided for me once upon a time. Pixie is so thrilled she can hardly stand it, she’d spend hours down there if I let her. I wanted the chicks to get settled after their move so today I’ll most likely not see my darling daughter as she’ll be down with them.
To do:
Feed and water chicks
Yoga/pilates
plant carrots, turnip and beets
plant stragglers of potatoes in pot
decide once and for all if I’ll work Saturday’s farmers market
laundry
The debate over selling some plants on Saturday is haunting me. I’m not sure I want to do it, partly out of nervousness partly out of concern I’ll not have enough produce this summer for market/health store/my own home stores. Add to that the slight possibility of working a second market. I’m going to call about a market in the next town over this week to see if there is room for me and the cost. I was also thinking this morning as I tried to get back to sleep that I should check in town for a sort of local food bank. I’m a big supporter of planting a
row for the hungry and if people in town could use a little help I’m glad to offer it.
Lastly, thanks for the responses, re: my homeschooling whinging. I was having a bit if a panic attack, it happens but have managed to get back onto the unschooling train.
