If you remember, in September I started a big fat project. I have kept it concealed for David’s and my eyes only for months. If you know me, I cannot keep a secret very well. Once I was asked to help with a surprise birthday party for a man in my church. He and I taught Sunday school together. I told his wife I wish she hadn’t told me it was to be a surprise because I have an awful time keeping a secret, especially when it’s a nice one. I want to shout it from the rooftops. I had a horrible time each time I saw him to not say, “Are you ready for your party?” I didn’t and the party was a surprise although the man told me he thought I was acting strangely for a while.
Anyway, the big reveal will soon be here. I can’t wait to show you what we have been up to. Remember that word, up.
Meanwhile, here at the Craig house we have been discussing chickens and what kind to get and how many. We can’t have too many, but six or eight might do. I am thinking of names for each hen. Names from the Bible, I think. These will be religious chickens. At least I hope they will religiously lay eggs when they get old enough!
The coop is ready. Now all we have to do is wait for Rural King to bring in the chicks.
Here’s to keeping secrets and naming hens. Bye.