Who says romance is dead?
These were my birthday present from the hubsters. I've always wanted a really nice, warm pair of muck boots and being the sensitive guy he is and really knowing who I am, he indulged and got me a pair.
I am as happy as a hen who fears not that the sky is falling.
Chores are more pleasant with warm toes!
Nothing really new here at the homestead for the moment. Getting ready to place a few seed orders and still researching meat breed chickens. We're leaning toward the cornish cross for our first meat birds. They seem the best for us first timers and with a little extra attention we can get them to a good weight without over stressing their frames.
Once the football playoffs and Superbowl are over, the hubsters can change his focus to building a suitable chicken tractor for them. :0)
So, until then, we will spend our time together with the roar of the crowd on t.v. as our background music while scouring seed catalogs, planning the gardens and seed starting times, drawing layouts of the property, and researching the critters we want to add to our little homestead. There will be a fire in the woodstove and a pint or two of stout along the way.
Romance - the homesteading way.
I'll take it anyday over French restaurants and red roses.