Today is Crystal's birthday.  I've known my niece for most of the birthdays that's she's had in her life.  The reason I am talking about her today is that she was here visiting this morning when I woke and now I am waiting to know for sure that she is back at home safe and sound.  She and her husband and daughter should be getting to their house any time now.  They came to visit yesterday and last night went to a concert in Little Rock to see Regina Spektor.  ( Hero-Regina Spektor ) It was a long drive for them, and it was the first time they have come to visit us.  Today, leaving, they all said they would be back so I think they like driving a little in the mountains here and our house with its peace and quiet and it's little garden and livestock.  Sonny cooked meatloaf and potatoes au gratin last night and extra special scrambled eggs for breakfast this morning.  

I have been reluctant to write on this blog since my daughter died.  I am still saddened that I will see her no more, but every day I is easier knowing that she is in heaven now without pain or worry.  On Friday, Mike and I went to Sam's in Hot Springs and he surprised me with a picture on canvas that he had ordered.  The picture is of my daughter walking with her granddaughter across a field on my brother's farm.  It is lovely...beautiful colors, and I see things I recognize when I look at the painting.  My niece Crystal brought me a painting of my daughter done by a friend of hers, copied from a photograph on Eva's facebook.  It, too is a reminder that Eva is all right now, smiling and happy and in need of nothing but a picture frame.

Baby Chicks bought on March 23, 2012 will be giving us eggs before we know it!

So much has changed this past little while that I am glad for the chance to spend my words talking about what is going on with me.  The main thing that makes me hop out of bed in the mornings are the chickens.  We have enough yard space here that we are able to have a little chicken coop.  Mike built it.  He calls it a chicken tractor because he has wheels on one end of it and it is light weight, built of pvc pipe and chicken wire, and can be moved from place to place in our yard.  The chicks are six or eight weeks old right now.  When we brought them home from the farm store they were little peepers, all yellow and soft...and as time has progressed they have grown wings and are too big for the big old dog cage that we kept them in at first.  They are growing fast, almost too fast for me to read up on the subject so that I am able to give them the nutrients they need and watch out for the rainfall and high wind, the parasites and wildlife that might hurt them.  They are chicks now, but in no time at all they will probably be giving us eggs....which is why we are raising them.  

Another thing that brings me outside every day is our garden.  It, too is six or eight weeks old.  It was cold out when we put the cabbage and broccoli and cauliflower in the newly tilled dirt and the groundhog said there would be six more weeks of winter.  That didn't happen, so it has been touch and go with the heat and harsh sunshine making us wonder if the winter crops will mature before the hot summer kills the plants.  So far so good, we have a little broccoli and there's a brand new tiny little cauliflower out there and the asparagus is coming up, none of it enough to make a meal from, but enough to make Mike and I feel like planting the garden was worthwhile.  We also have tomatoes and bell peppers, the two things that grow the best, and lots of onion and even some potatoes.  Our garden is not a big thing, but it is something that makes me want to hop out of bed in the mornings.

Perhaps retirement is not everyone's cup of tea.  Perhaps life in Arkansas is too slow moving for some.  Perhaps not everyone collects rocking chairs or likes to sit in a porch swing or rock in a hammock under the trees.  Maybe some people want to be able drive to a big shopping mall every day and shop more than once or twice a week.  But, me, I think back on the rat race, driving to work every day, deciding what to fix for supper before I go to work and needing to figure out something for lunch every day and to be sure the laundry is done so I have the right clothes to wear to work, and I'm glad for the peace I find in retirement.    I don't miss the tiny yard or the neighbors or the homeowners association or the airplanes overhead or the noises of traffic on the highway.  I'm glad to be here where the occasional noisy truck or popping motorcycle passing by on the road in front of our house makes me stop to look.  I'm happy not to have any need to get used to those things.

Springtime Azaleas and Camelias bloom in our back yard.  The GumBall trees are gone.

I remember bits and pieces of this kind of life when I was young.  Living here makes me sometimes think about the farm my grandparents lived on.  Sometimes I think about the huge garden my Uncle has in front of his house right now today.  Sometimes I think about the little colored chicks that I got for Easter one year, watching them grow and crying when it was time to make dinner out of them.  Sometimes I think about learning to drive a tractor or about picking pecans shaded by huge old trees that dropped them.  I'm glad to have all these memories.  It makes me think less often about the sad things that life brings and makes me seek the joy and count the blessings.  It has made me today think about my blog and how I want to start writing in here and talk about the little chicks and about the pleasure of Crystal's visit!  Spring is here! Today the windows are all open and the sounds and smells of the world are making my life good.

Gypsy's puppies...Red and Blue are four years old now.  They'll always be puppies, though.