Ah the Glory of Springtime


SoftSoftPurple1563, originally uploaded by carolsLittleWorld.

I have decided that it’s springtime and I am going to celebrate this springtime event with a springtime flower, taken in the springtime, with my springtime camera, all for you, my sweet, sweet snowflakes of springtime. Seriously. Dude, it’s spring! Why aren’t you out taking photos of you and your family plunked into a field of bluebonnets already?!?

In other entirely “spring like chicken” news, Mythopolis has started his own backyard chicken farming adventure. It’s so exciting, I could hardly wait to share it with you. Truth be told, I’ve known he was sort of “up to this” (kind of like the way he’s usually “up to no good” only, this time, without the “no good” bits :~) for a while, but I’ve been a bit mum on the subject, waiting for the blog to go live until I shared the news with you. Now that it’s live and he’s got live chickens, well, here’s a link: True (Chicken!) Grit. I hope you enjoy it as much as I have been. It’s a fun thing to follow and really a kick to see how things are moving along and progressing in the new (farm) world of Pottsville.

Chicken Grit aside, spring does make for some interesting pictures so don’t forget your cameras should you happen to venture out. This year, in the Texas Hill Country, it’s shaping up to be a mild, rather pleasant springtime-short on bluebonnets due to our current extra dry conditions, but mild and pleasant otherwise. I’d have to say it’s been a good spring and, frankly, it’s good when we get a spring in Texas as it usually goes straight from cold/ice storms right into the blast furnace of hundred plus degrees in the shade kind of days. It’s nice to have something in the middle for a change, isn’t it?

Unless, of course, you’re a chicken in a coop maybe.

Until next time…

2 Comments

  1. mythopolis
    Author
    April 9, 2011 / 10:08 am

    haha…thanks for the plug!!!

  2. Carol
    Author
    April 11, 2011 / 4:41 am

    G'luck with the chickadees. I'm still holding out for a Lady CluckCluck.

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