A butterfly on thistles!
Living in the country.
A private dirt bath, away from all the other hens who are being mean to her. Charlotte spend some quality time with me in the veg garden the other night!
And NOT a pleasure? Biting into your baguette only to discover that the unsalted butter you put on it tastes like blue cheese! Which says to me that there is a science experiment going on with the pound of butter we JUST BOUGHT!
Good thing there are so many simple pleasures that outweigh petri-dish butter... :)
PS: I mailed out all the Hen Haiku prize-a-roos today. How long they will take to get to you all is anybody's guess: Canada Post is on the job
And apologies to grand prize winner Jams, whose package I sent surface mail to England. Canada Post wanted my firstborn child (or firstborn duckling) as payment for air mail. Surface mail was hardly a bargain, but it's worth it to reward Jams for his many excellent haikus (who else would use the word "priapic" in a poem?) We'll see how many years Jams' goft takes to get to the UK. Watch your mailboxes!