Lighter posting this weekend, as I catch up on sleep and spend time with family. We don’t have any big plans for the weekend, but I am hoping to get in a little BBQ and spend time with friends. I hope you’ll share how you’re spending your Labor Day in the comments.
One thing I know I’ll be doing all weekend is reveling in the speech President Biden gave tonight. I’ve enjoyed his tongue-in-cheek homage to the Dark Brandon memes that have grown up around him lately. But tonight he was all business. And it was serious business.
Biden finally came out and said what was long overdue in the public square— calling out MAGA Republicans for their democracy-damaging behavior. It should have been said by other Republicans long ago. Having created the Trump-monster and condoned the racism and hate that came with, they bear full responsibility for banishing it, no matter the personal political costs. But they, of course, have not done that. So it was deeply satisfying to hear Biden do it so decisively. His speech tonight was a barn burner. And when he said, “You can't love your country only when you win,” I felt like he was speaking not only to the MAGA-Republicans, but also to all of us who fought so hard throughout the Trump administration, and who continue to fight, for the inclusive America we aspire to, where everyone has an equal shot and the rule of law means that no one is above the law.
But that’s it for serious stuff tonight. Now, chicken pictures!
Today was the first morning I’ve gone out to tend to chickens and felt a little chill in the air. It was enough to remind me that in a few weeks I’ll be able to take my coffee outside, read the morning papers and sit and talk to the girls without the humidity and the sultry southern summer weather that makes anything beyond a couple of minutes too unpleasant to bear.
The girls must be feeling the cooler weather too—they’ve been laying plenty of eggs.
The new chicks are going through a particularly ugly molting stage, but they are as sweet as pie. Soon enough, they’ll be decorative again. Until then, there are late summer flowers to pose with.
Pickles continues to win the Miss Congeniality award around here, and always hops up on the first available lap whenever there are people down by the coop. She lives in hopes someone has brought her a treat, preferably, cucumbers, although popcorn is gaining in popularity.
But my favorite this week, is Bella, meeting one of the baby chicks up close and personal for the first time.
Have a wonderful Labor Day, full of family, fun, and laughter.
We’re in this together,
Joyce
Your words, Joyce, are some of the best that come across my feed. Thank you......
Thanks, our Chicken TV day are behind us, but it is fun to see someone else enjoying their antics. Being pretty much confined to my chair, I will be rummaging around in my mind to find a poem or two this weekend. Today, even before I read your newsletter, I was thinking about what it's like to think about writing, and how much it is like a herd of buffalo. This was this morning poem I'll be editing over the weekend:
On Writing
Thoughts gather like bison on the Great Plains
Bumping and jostling for position
Each thought imagines itself 1000-2000 pounds
Shaggy furred, with a mane and beard. Ideas have
long, end tufted tails, with big heads,
Black horns and lumps on their shoulders.
These thoughts prefer resting, chewing cud
Or wallowing in dirt. They’re grazer who
Munches a spear here and there randomly
In an ocean of abundant sedge and words.
So which path in the prairie grass do I follow?
How do I stop images from stampeding
Trampling the sly foxes and horned larks
Who shyly and sweetly want to sing to you?