I have been checking in and lurking, between my attempts at working my very mini-farm. Dirty fingernails and all. I have tuckered myself out now and I have a presentation on food preservation to do tomorrow. Of course, I procrastinated.

I am patiently awaiting the birth of my chicks, all 16 of them, and their names are picked out. Lars the rooster has a bevvy of 15 Scandinavian named chix, lol. OOO, I just had a contraction! False alarm....they are not due to peck their way out of the shell til May.

So, how bout that Eye-yah-fyah-yer-lak-kul, or whatever you call that lava bubbler? Any bets on Katla blowing? Owweeee....talk about buring feet!

Do NOT ask how I feel....I am trying really hard to deny it...besides, if I tell the truth I sound like an aged old Aunt with lace doilies all over the house, even on the extra TP roll.

On to Beltane and the next party.