More of Just Another Day

The afternoon crept by slowly as if time was moving in slow motion. That is not a complaint.
I worked on an afghan for my grandbaby and have half the squares done now. What joy to be making something for a new generation.
Around 3 it was time to let the chickens out of the chicken house, gather eggs and feed the critters. Also had to bring in a load of clothes off the line. The first thing I noticed was how chilly it had become since this morning. The clouds flew past me, changing the sky from blue with fluffy white clouds to a sky filled with grays and darker gray. The old rooster Solomon was not very happy about the new fella going after all the hens. Solomon is slow now, age and huge spurs on his legs make him unable to run very fast. Plus he is the size of a turkey so he sure can't fly.
The hens seemed unsure of this new kid on the block with his raging hormones. Solomon was running as best as he could to try and save his hens from this young one. I had to laugh watching them. It took me a long time to get the clothes off the line I was so busy watching the show.
Everything around me seemed so alive and so full of energy. It was as if the miracle of life was felt from the grass to the sky. The wind shifted and sent a whiff of smoke to where I was working, it smelled so good. So homey.
By the time I got the clothes folded and brought in, my hands were cold and a chill came over me. I was anxious to sit beside the fire and crochet some, but the fire was just one nearly burned up log, the smoke just a last dying message from the fire. I was so happy for the red hot coals that with the help of the bellows and some small logs below a big one, I coaxed a cheery fire in no time, sitting on my little stool by the hearth, my body thawed out and warmth filled the room. While the crochet hook flew in my hands and pinks, blues, yellow, green and white yarn became little granny squares, waves of smoke passed by the window, like smoky waterfalls pushed and blown by the wind. Perfect, that is all I can say. The moment was perfect. So full of comfort and contentment.
With supper time approaching now, thoughts of biscuits, with creamy chicken and vegetables poured over them seemed the right kind of meal on such a day. Simple, basic and so full of comfort.
Its night time now and the living room is hot. That's how it is with wood heat. You are cold, then warm then hot if you keep that fire going good. Emery has locked up the chickens, keeping them safe from the wild creatures out there and he also brought in wood for the mornings fire.
The heat has made us both sleepy. Time for bed, early tonight.
Just another day in my life.

Solomon, looking rather big

The new guy on the block, still just a youngster but quick on his feet

Getting the fire to come to life again

The baby afghan for Melanie and Casi's baby, half done making the squares