You may not know this, but sometimes I’m a little random. Out there. Strrrrrange…
You didn’t notice? Well, take my word for it.
I do have many random thoughts and ideas – things I want to do or accomplish. Ryan totally gets it. He goes with it.
For example, I’d like to own a pumpkin patch. Pick your own. It will be a hit. I’ll sell cider. I’d like to build some bookshelves, you know, all by myself. And don’t even get me started on the Christmas quilt for which I already have the fabric and think I’ll be able to make. Someday. Before I die.
Recently, I’ve also had an unusual interest in chickens. As in, I really want chickens. That lay eggs. I will go out to gather the eggs and bond with the little ladies and cook a from-scratch breakfast. Every morning.
For real. I dream about these things.
Wouldn’t it be fun to take care of your very own chickens? And not only because they are totally adorable. (Although that’s part of the appeal.)
Then, this post about raising chickens at Lavender and Limes just added fuel to the fire. So, I emailed it to my husband with this message:
Can I have chickens?
And, lo and behold, I received this response a short time later:
This man’s a keeper. He doesn’t even question the craziness. He knows it’s just easier to roll with it.
(Photo courtesy of Lavender and Limes.)