Only Your Mom Reads Your Blog...

I saw that on a Tshirt the other day, and I thought it was pretty funny. I wonder who gets paid to sit around and think of snide comments to put on shirts.

Anyway, my Mom DOES read my blog, and I'm glad she does. You see, my Mom and Dad live in Ireland. They haven't been to my house in a couple of years. So, this way they can see what's happening in my little world from time to time.

So, Mom . . . these are the yellow Stella D'oro daylilies and some blue perennials (I forget what they are called) that grow in big clumps around the mailbox.

And these are the red, white and blue patriotic flower pots on the front steps.

And just this week Jim stuck an old birdhouse I bought at a junk shop for a couple of dollars a few years ago onto a tree that we recently cut down because it was growing funny looking knobby things filled with worms all over it. Yuck. Yesterday a bird family moved in. They've been busily moving all sorts of stuff inside to build a nest. I can sit at my desk when I'm supposed to be working and watch them out the window. We're all quite interested in watching their progress!

And these are the chickens. In 10 weeks those cute babies have grown into some gangly, hungry fowl. Hope they start laying lovely brown and blue eggs soon. (Two of them are Araucanas who lay colored eggs.) Today, when I bought a new bag of feed I graduated them from growing crumb to layer mash. The portable coop is working out well.

And it's oh so nice to have a son who can drive and go pick up stuff like toilet paper when we're down to the last roll in the house. He's a good sport!

And the girls have been practicing their volleyball skills heading into picnic season. So there you have it, Friday afternoon round-up at the Joyce household . . . because my Mom reads my blog!