The broiler chickens are enormous. I made a mistake when I scheduled their butcher date, and they are nearly the size of turkeys. I have worried and fretted about them the last few weeks, concerned that they would die on hot days, that their legs would give out under their weight, that they would keel over from heart attacks. So far they are all doing ok, but I've gained a few gray hairs over the whole thing. Hopefully they will be so delicious I will forget the worrisome weeks. Just four more days to agonize over them.
This time of year there is so much life in our life. Before kissing me goodbye to go to work, Chris leaned in and looked at me with what I thought was love in his eyes. Turns out it was curiosity. He leaned closer, and stared at my cheek. Then he reached tenderly towards my face and... plucked something. I froze. He pulled his hand away. Dangling from his fingertips was a strand of spider silk and from that hung a wee, tiny spider, which had been resting on my cheek. Sometimes there is a little too much life around here!