Chick magnet

An impromptu visit to SunnyBrooke Farm with Paula on Friday turned into an impromptu purchase of eight fuzzy chicks!  Four of them will reside at the Bradley residence, and four will take up coop at the Chard Yard.  Each household got one each of the following four breeds.  Clockwise from upper left, there's Gavin (not a chick) with baby Silver Laced Wyandotte (brown eggs), Gold Sex Link (brown eggs), supposed Barnevelder (chocolate brown eggs), and Ameraucana (blue/green eggs). Er... not necessarily in that order.  OK, so I don't know who's who.


I say "supposed Barnevelder" becaue when I looked at pictures of Barnevelder chicks, none of ours matched up with the pictures I found on the WWW.  I sure hope the mean chicken lady (Really? A mean chicken lady? Yes. Well, maybe not so much mean as really flippin' serious about chickens.) didn't rip us off...

First S'mores of the Season

It's not the 8-foot-diameter makeshift fire ring on concrete that we gathered 'round in Hyrum, but this little celestial fire pan toasts a mean marshmallow.

Knitty love

My sweet friend Gabriella Hunter has many creative talents, not the least of which is a knack for knitting. Before Viv was born she gifted us with a gorgeous princess tiered (oh, shoot - that's not the exact name of it and although I kept the gift card I have no idea where it is at the moment) heather gray baby girl coat. It fits Viv perfectly right now and our little girl is quite enamored with it.

And as if that weren't enough, she surprised me a couple of weeks ago, out of the blue, with a pair of perfect-fit, turned-up toe, handmade felted wool slippers, complete with pansy applique. How lucky am I? They're sooo comfy I can hardly stand to take them off and put real shoes on. They make me want to curl up on the couch with a good book and a cup of tea.