For Mother’s Day we went on a tour of chicken coops here on Vashon Island. It was sunny but breezy, the chickens were lively, and I had a great time. I never knew there were so many kinds of chickens: fuzzy footed chickens, frizzled chickens, speckled chickens, chickens that lay blue eggs.
Then my beloved daughter gave me my Mother’s Day present: an iPod. Philip can’t work if music is going but I love to listen while I write so Leah thought this was a good solution. And she was right! I love it and now have to spend lots of money downloading the odd and wonderful stuff I listen to: Medwyn Goodall’s Druid, Renaissance of the Celtic Harp, La Mer by Charles Trenet…You have never heard of those? I am not surprised. I do have somewhat eccentric tastes in music. And people. And Mother’s Day events.
