Sat out with the chickens this morning. Nora and Anastasia looked down-right pitiful. Their pin feathers are coming in and they look all prickly. Madelyn has almost finished filling out again, and she must've been aware, because she was strutting around, and being a glutton with their treats. No need to rub it in. Milk, whose molting is almost over, was being the darling she always is, hopping into my lap so I could cuddle her. I do love that chicken. Sweet Nora hopped up for a second, but was so bedraggled, I think she just felt too cranky to be hugged. Besides, I've read that they feel a bit sore and uncomfortable when their new feathers are coming in. It's all an education to me, since they didn't molt last winter, being that they weren't even a year old.
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So thankful for my Woodboy to have work in the shop, enough to get us caught up and allow for turkey and all the trimmings. God is faithful whether we are or not.
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And looking forward to church in the morning, as always. I got orange tulips and white roses for the altar vases, gifted by some friends' daughter's birthday. They'll be the last official flowers before Christmas, since we'll just use greenery (holly and magnolias) until the poinsettias are bought. The paraments will be green, so I figured the orange/white would look pretty. Fall-ish.
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Now to keep my head on straight for the coming week. Was at a neighbor's house today and she'll be alone, I think, and I'm not sure whether to invite her or not. I'm not the most gracious inviter-of-folks-who-never-come-over, and generosity as a hostess isn't my strong-suit. And with our son's fiance coming, I'm a bit antsy about that. Just a bit. Have promised myself to NOT get overcome, and inviting more folks gets me anxious. Might be the right thing in a Christian spirit sort of way, but this is where being an introvert is a true hang-up. I could be really great at being a hermit.
Not going to fret about it, though. Enough on my plate.
