It’s always one of those months when it’s never really reliably warm. Especially this year. I mean, it’s almost May, and it still feels like it could snow. Or freeze. Or something. You just can’t count on April.
I just want some nice, warm, 70-degree days. But apparently, that’s too much to ask.
Today, for instance, it’s about 60 degrees, which is better than snow, of course, but still. Gray days like this make me want to bake bread or make soup — those are November or February feelings. I need some blue-sky days, when the air is soft, and you can walk out on the front porch with your morning coffee.
Or go out in the backyard and check on the chickens. And the backyard chickens made it through the winter just fine. They’re so big now, and two out of the three — Peg and Maxine –have become reliable layers. Josie only lays an egg every few days. But that’s okay. They started laying in February, and now we almost always have plenty of eggs on hand. In fact, I had two sunny-side up for breakfast today.
And we’ve been eating a lot of quiche!