The 500th...oughta be a poem...don't you think?  I'm sure it should.  I have enough in my file that there should be one I could finish.  Or maybe just a repost of some of my favorites?  Nah.  A new poem, definitely.  Got a great line or two the other night, driving home from baseball, watching the bunnies dash across the road.  Maybe that will be the one.  Maybe.  In the meantime, just a little ranchy stuff here today.

I have a hatch of araucanas underway. 



Started the 30th of March, due the 19th or so of April.  Of the 42 I began with, 18 made the cut when candled...4 or 5 of those are questionable.  You can usually see veins developing, the questionable ones were dark and blobby,  but I didn't see veins...I'll candle next week and decide. 

We did a little more concrete Monday afternoon, and hubby poured the insides of the block and set posts for the east side of the greenhouse.  We also screwed on a couple of sheets of polycarbonate sheets to see how they would work.  Should be good, though a little creative energy will go into putting the puzzle together, as we piece in recycled trampoline parts, and figure out what to do on ends, how to vent, etc.  But it's in progress, and that's the biggest thing. 

Baseball is going well enough.  God shows His providence in the details.  12 yo catches, but he's not the only one.  He hasn't been worked at the position in the last couple of practices, so I've been tossing balls at him to practice blocking.  Last game started very late, and the kids were not real with it.  The other catcher started the game, and Benny was put in at 2nd base in the 2nd inning, then pulled back out 3rd inning.  He was getting his gear on to go in at catcher for the second half of the game, when the ump pointed out he couldn't play because he'd been in, then taken out.  However, the catcher was the last batter, and the ball hit his elbow real hard.  Due to the injury, coach was able to put Benny in.  Even in the midst of someone else's error, he still got to play at his preferred position.  I hate the politics of organized kids' sports, but I am mindful of the fact that God is in control of the details, and if we delight ourselves in Him, He will give us the desires of our hearts (Psalm 37:4).  Not that He will give us everything our heart desires, but that our desire will be His, and that He is able to show Himself strong on our behalf.