What weather are you today?

Looks like a joyful day for a hike,,,,,,,,I like that.

Somehow I think a hike with you would be an adventure unto it self……your eyes are always wide open to the joy of life.

Have a great day!

Good Morning! We are in accordance today, weather-wise.  I came home from work last evening to find the Chicken Ladies wading up to their kneecaps in running water from the storms.  Grabbed my boots and hoe, and waded out to do battle with the fence again.  They were soaking wet to the tops of their heads, I looked under their house, purposely built 4 feet off the ground so to offer shelter, bone dry!  No, I'm not raising chickens for their Advice, believe me.  Okay, you got me!  That can't be Illinois.  Is it a loch in Scotland, or may be one in Nova Scotia?  By the way, did you see any thing in Nova Scotia to remind you of Scotland?  Where ever that is, I'll go hiking in a New York minute, that is downright exhilarating just to view!
   By the way, it takes surprisingly little water to come up to a chicken's kneecaps.

You know, come to think of it, I can't recall hearing anything about the Scots eating lots of fried chicken.  Probably couldn't stand the whining and moaning.  To me it's easy to see why so many of the Scots moved to North Carolina after the Rising.  The mountains are glorious and the weather divine compared to what you've just described.  Lordy, and all those guys, with no drawers either!  I've heard that sitting too long on cold, wet rocks will give you a case of the piles you won't soon forget.  I wouldn't know, I'm not a deer hunter.

Good morning Laurie.  Hope you have a great day.

Well that pic is sure a might better then the view I was having!
Gosh that is glorious!

The expansiveness of your heart always shines through Laurie…

since when did chickens get knees much less kneecaps? I told you before, Laurie … I come to your blog. You start out talking about taking a hike; there's a nice picture of a beautiful lake; then there's this lecture about a flood and chicken knees and then something about why people from Scotland moved to North Carolina and then something about problems with private parts of the body from sitting too long on cold rocks and Gabby still just wants to take a hike and wasn't this supposed to be a conversation about the weather?

Hey,hey,hey!  It was too much coffee.  all true of course, the chickens do have kneecaps, right where you'd expect them to be, in the middle of the their legs.  From now on I will stick to the weather or the topic of the day.  Oh, Barbara, I sat outside by the fire this evening, poking it with a stick, you know, and watched the geese flying overhead, past the Moon.  It reminded me to tell you to look outside  Saturday Night and you might see a thin figure astride a Hoover, owl perched on shoulder, radio blasting ZZTop coast past the Moon.