Happy Harvest Blog
chicken drill bit
The Silkies have picked a spot to dig a hole, and are digging the hole with their bodies, removing the dirt in their feathers and shaking it out elsewhere. Slow and steady. They take turns, and now they have the hole twice as deep as this so that they are fully below ground level. Odd little birds. Sidewinder unwinding in the pool. I haven’t bought them a bag of the pro-mix outside of the greenhouse before because, in the greenhouse, they are doing the work of distributing it for me to amend the soil I will grow in, but hey.
I'm back
I survived my mini-collapse, and have been digging my routines back out for the past few days. I hope it was worth it. I’m all sugar free now (again), so I hope that transition was worth a week’s lost productivity. All is well. Cheeks persist, and is gunning for permanent house chicken status, like a pet parrot; the ten untimely chicks are all well and growing their feathers; all the birds are fine but getting cranky about the GH confinement, and my hives are all still alive.
I'm fine; day 3
Not fine, exactly. I fell off a cliff of sorts. (Now I want to draw a picture of a cliff of sorts. Lots of sorts.). Yes, I broke my daily blogging streak shortly after one straight year. I just couldn’t truly convince myself that I had anything worth saying for a whole 24 hrs. Turns out when I do that, people pipe up “Hey, is something wrong? You skipped a day!” (Thanks:) That’s sweet). I haven’t been doing much but flopping around.
Post-Halloween pigs
The pigs are enjoying jack-o-lantern guts, to put it mildly. I've got a few days worth of meal-enhancements from a carving party. I mix the pulp in with their pellets, and nothing budges them from their bowls when they've got pumpkin. I moved their fence around two trees, taking an entire half of it down, and there was not a flicker of interest. No investigating. Whatchu doin'? Nothing. (Good to know).
Early observations of Nova Scotia.
We’ve been soaking up our new province as we drive around (so far our opinions of the culture are mostly based on the view from the road). I’m in love with it. Everyone has gardens. Everyone has clotheslines. Nova Scotia’s waste management system is the envy of the world.
Depression
The thing about depression is that when depressed it’s extremely, mortally, difficult to do things. What you are capable of gets smaller, and smaller, and more difficult, until you are barely, with great suffering, managing to do the minimum to survive.
Rules, Adages, or Guidelines for Happiness
If a system doesn’t function, change the system. My husband gives me fantastic feedback on whether a system works (like, where things belong). If it works, he puts things back where they “go”, because that’s the easiest, obvious place to put them. If the system doesn’t work, he finds someplace else to drop them that displeases me, and I know my so-clever system isn’t functional and needs to be adapted.
My Happiness Project
Do something every day, and it becomes who you are. Good or bad. Read, get angry, and write daily, and eventually you are a well-read angry writer......Most motivating is imagining the freedom of being able to have an idea and begin it.
Instagram.
I may not make a blog post every day, but at least I Insta.
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