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My Little Chick that Flew the Coop

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It’s funny how life’s clichés mean something different when you have chickens, don’t you think?  Phrases like “flew the coop”,  “empty nest”, and “hen-pecked”…having chickens gives you new insight to them.  Anyway, you may have noticed I haven’t posted for a month or so.  That’s because I had a little chick that flew the coop.  My daughter, Katie, graduated from high school and went out into the world on her own all within a week in early June.  Between graduation ceremony, party, family visiting, Katie leaving, my office at work moving…life has been crazy to say the least.  It was a wonderful, busy, and yes…a little bit sad…time.    While I am happy that my baby bird has the confidence and ability to go out into the world, my nest feels a little emptier without her.  She is off to college and bigger and better things.  I am mother hen to one less little chick at home…sigh.  It was bound to happen of course…and I am glad for her that it did…but I sure miss her.  Love my Katie.  Here’s me, Katie, and my family after the graduation ceremony:

 

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In the midst of everything going on, we did manage to get our garden planted.  We have planted tomatoes, raspberries, parsley, zucchini, fennel seed, and several other things.  The fennel seed is for my yummy marinara sauce.  Usually I do it with fennel seed from the store…I am excited to see how it turns out with fresh fennel seed and fresh tomatoes!   Here’s a pic of my husband and my daughter as we planted the garden:

 

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It is so fun to watch my three-year-old “help”.  Our garden has really taken off.  We have already gotten some radishes, carrots, a few raspberries, parsley, and a kohlrabi.  Can’t wait to use fresh produce in my cooking…I will post pictures soon!

Deb

 

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