Rising early for the bokehPosted: March 17, 2012
There were jewels amongst the fog and mist in the meadows early this morning. It was worth getting up and out early. It was worth the wet shoes and soaked feet. As warm as it was, I could have (should have) gone barefoot.
There were all kinds of spider webs scattered throughout the meadows. I’m sure they are there almost every day, but they are not nearly as apparent as when they’re covered with dew (or frost, but this has not been a very frosty season).
I almost picked up a couple of chicks today. M didn’t seem to mind the idea too much.
I was at our local Tractor Supply store when I heard a woman squeal with delight.
I went to see what was going on, and there they were in tubs under warming lights.
Most of them were blonde, fuzzy, and oh-so-cute.
Chicks. Adorable little baby chickens. Or baby roosters, I suppose. I’m not sure how you tell the difference when they’re that young.
I know pretty much nothing about chickens, or about raising chickens. They had a book laid out for sale near the baby chickens that would have solved a lot of the mystery for me, but being unprepared to raise chickens at this point in time (especially with our upcoming travel and vacation plans), I resisted the temptation to bring home a couple of those fuzzy balls of cuteness.
Instead, I brought home a pair of boots for wading around in the soggy Bogs as well as some MuckBoot Camp Shoes. The boots are cute and practical. The camp shoes are not at all cute, but extremely practical for gardening or for slipping on when I want to go out early on a foggy, dewy morning to catch the bokeh. They will may even come in handy on hikes. It depends on how my feet feel about wearing them for long periods of time that involve a lot of walking.
Remember that at-home retreat I was going take this week? I may put it off for a while. I caught a cold virus that has been plaguing me all week, getting worse yesterday. I feel awful. This is not a good time for a cold with the weather so warm and beautiful. It’s almost like having a summer cold. Blech. The coughing, the sneezing, the body aches, and the desire to sleep for long periods of time are just not conducive for… well… anything I had in mind for the next week or so.
I had yoga plans for my at-home retreat, as well as long, wordless, camera-less, walks. It’s hard to do those sort of things when the only way to describe how you feel is blech. I’m going to put it off for a few days while I concentrate on getting well.
I reckon that’s it from the Bogs for today. Thanks for stopping by and joining me on a walk around the dewy, misty meadows. Please pardon all the sneezing and coughing. Thank goodness this is not the type of virus that can be passed on through cyber-visits.