That’s me. Slack. Forgetting that it’s the daily, seemingly mundane activities that are actually worth sharing. Watching farm boy feed the chickens is now a normalcy around here. I forget that everyone doesn’t have their own chickens. Seeing the cats, dogs, kids, hens and roosters all congregating by the toolshed is second nature. I forget that cats, dogs and chickens don’t always get along and that most dogs would probably love to eat our chickens or chase our cats. To me, it’s a joy to see and I want it to be a joy to share. I don’t do it often enough. It’s the everyday pepper picking, squash cooking, pumpkin pie baking that is becoming routine, so it’s rare that I capture it, much less publish it. These summer days have been busy. Trials and blessings have been poured out. I’ve not done my part to relay all of it. I’ve been a lazy blogger.
