Summer Blog Challenge 22-28

I don't know what happened to last week, but it is  l o n g   g o n e. I'm not even sure if I was around when it zipped in and out. This is what I missed out on for blogging last week.

June 22-- When I was a kid, what did I want to be when I grew up?
June 23--Favorite Blog Post you've written before this challenge.
June 24--Favorite eco-friendly thing to do.
June 25--Ideal day of "me time".
June 26-- What does your significant other do that makes your heart melt?
June 27--What's the best gift you've ever received?
June 28--How do you do your laundry?? Give your laundry tricks.


22: Easy, an astronaut. Ask me how many women astronauts there were, and I'll tell you. None. So what made me think that I could be an astronaut? Go figure. It's like my favorite birthday gift was my chemistry set. I would sit under the oleanders and make purple stuff and smelly stuff. I don't remember what it was, but it was fun. Dolls? Nah. Bicycles and climbing trees. Yay! I also wanted to be a veterinarian, but the school cost too much money. So what did I end up becoming? One of the few female dominated occupations of the time--a nurse. And I loved it. I loved nurturing and teaching and caring for people. I still do even though I can't work any more. And now they have female astronauts.

23: Easy, my first one. Because it got me started writing again. The first post is boring and has no pictures; the content is irrelevant to anyone but me. But I wrote it.

The Chicken or the Egg

(What's the Word June 5---Fusion)

I have kept a few hens in the backyard for 15 years or so. They are not only fun to watch, but they provide us with fresh eggs. In the Spring, there are usually more eggs than we can eat, so I'll sell some cartons to people I know. Many people will pay decent money for fresh eggs, but the few dollars I get doesn't even begin to cover the expense of raising them.

This year we had something special happen. Our neighbor's rooster decided he liked our backyard better than his own, and since no one could catch him---not even the dog---we let him stay. All my hens have names. His name is Rooster.

Day 1

Rooster did what roosters do, and surprise, we now have one very adorable chick. Funny thing about hens, though, is they sometimes set on a nest with no eggs. This is called brooding. Opal was being broody, while Rocky was getting all the action, if you know what I mean. So I stole one of Rocky's eggs and stuck it under Opal. Opal is a white hen and Rocky is a black and white striped hen, so it seems kind of funny to see this little grey and white chick running after its white mother.

Love in Rural Kansas

When was the last time you attended a wedding on a farm? What's that, you haven't? You should try it some time.

My husband, son and I drove to eastern Kansas from central New Mexico to attend my nephew's wedding. My brother's oldest son, who just happens to be a few months younger than my daughter, was marrying his sweetheart. The wedding was being held at the bride's family farm.

As you can see, this is a working farm, complete with a red barn. They grow wheat and soybeans. Coming from arid New Mexico, I was impressed with the lush Kansas fields. I can just imagine those golden heads of wheat waving in the summer breezes. What a romantic I am. It is very labor intensive to run a farm, and from what I hear there is little in the way of summer breezes.