Feeding the Chickens

The chickens have come home to roost. Yesterday was a hard day to work through. I had made plans for the day but the wobbly start did not help. So here I was this morning sitting in bed, drinking coffee and thinking about what had happened the day before.

It was a slow start but once coffee was done, it was into the shower, then a rush to get going to church. After church, we popped in to Marco and Robynne's place to pick a pattern book that Lynda forgot there and while there Marco invited us to go out somewhere. We ended up at some farm yard place in the deep south of Johannesburg, Marco's stomping ground from his youth.

So here I am with granddaughter Dakota, sitting on my lap feeding the chickens.