Socks

Around here, no one wants to wear socks. I find discarded socks everywhere.

Summer can't come soon enough for all these bare feet.

I also can't wait for summer.


I was a rebel and used my clothesline today.

I admit it was really not warm outside, but it was windy. The laundry almost got dry.


The little bean asked to see chickens today (she loves watching them through the window), so I grabbed her and some bread, and went out the back door.

We sat on the back step. I threw bits of bread at the hens and she laughed and laughed as the birds squawked and bounced off each other. She held a piece of bread tight in her little fist, and the chickens nibbled at her fingers trying to get to their snack.

She thought it was great.

After we were out of bread, she threw the one sock that she was wearing at them.

The birds checked, of course, whether it was something edible. I'm just glad they didn't run off with it (like they did with someone's glove last summer). Chickens are thieves.

Discarded socks are one thing. Stolen socks are another thing altogether.