Emilie wanted to do the table for us this year. Her name means artistic. She is just that. She can take anything and turn it into something so pretty.
I hurt my back of course, on Sunday before Thanksgiving. Sunday morning I noticed that one of my silkie's had a piece of grass wrapped around her beak. I had a pretty hard time catching her because they are fast little chickens. I caught her but as I was walking back up to the house, I knew I had done something I shouldn't have. By Monday and Tuesday I could hardly move.
I was starting to get panicky. I knew that if I just never sat down I could keep going. So that is what I did, I just didn't sit. I made it and even though I still walk like a egg bound hen, I am much better today.
Blessings from me to you,