A couple of you have asked me about Mama Hen. Unfortunately, she is molting. Cary says she wouldn't sit on eggs if we put her on them and I have to agree. She's a pitiful looking little hen. I think she's suffering from post traumatic stress syndrome! She has this peculiar look in her eyes and not even The Sultan will mess with her. His only overture to her has been to stand out in the back driveway and crow late in the afternoons, telling her it's time to "give it up and come in." It's very dear of him and she soon comes up from the woods side of 10th street and settles in each night with the other hens.
We have had a lovely day with warm weather and sunny skies. Worship this morning at church was just outstanding. I missed last Sunday so I was very glad to be back this Sunday. I also sang with the choir - one of my favorite occupations.
We had lunch in town and shopped a little at T.J. Maxx. I found my mother and me cute vests to get us through the rest of the winter. Mother loves bright colors so I was pleased when I found one in a pretty rosy pink color. She was laying up in bed snoring when we arrived, so we left the vest for the staff to try on her and headed back home.
Today has been such a wonderful day in every way. It's amazing how much pleasure one can extract from such a day, particularly when the last two or three days I have not felt up to par. Absence makes the heart grow fonder is a truism which may be liberally applied to health, weather, and lovers!
Love to all,