Happy Wednesday gang! Have a sit-down and a cup of java!
You know I`ve been slugging through the mornings now for neigh onto 50 years, and I haven`t quite found anything that can make my brain work quite as well as coffee. It is, as we all know, the cure for early morning zombieitis. I love my coffee and it loves me! *Hugs Nubian coffeemug tightly*
All that java love aside though I did finally find the one thing that will wake you up faster than a pot of Folgers! Oh yes my friends, just this morning this discovery came and I now shall pass along the how-for to y`all, my bloggin` buddies! I`ll set it up just a bit though so you have a good grasp of the situation.
Over the past two weeks our temps have been pretty consistantly below freezing in the morning. Today it wasn`t but we`re in the middle of a rainy system that has winds strong enough to blow a goose across the yard! Since freezing temps means no hoses up to the bird coops my hubby, dear and thoughtful man that he is, filled up numerous buckets of water for me and lugged them all up the hill. I know, that was very nice of him wasn`t it? I thanked him warmly for that since I wouldn`t have to lug 2 five gallon buckets up the hill due to his gesture. My lower lumbar also thanks Mister most graciously!
This morning at 6 AM Feral sets out to do the chores. I trundle up the hill and let the ducks out and give them thier breakfast, then I mosey to the goose coop and let the barnyard Mafia out to strong arm the ducks. Over I schlep to the chicken coop. Schlepping is how I move in the morning even after two cup of my beloved brew. There sitting atop the chicken pen is my hubby`s thoughtful gifts-nice, full buckets of water. I smiled and once again reflected on what a good man he is. Then I reached up to grab a bucket of water.
I came to the realization quickly that my Hobbit height may be a problem as I struggled to tug the bucket forward. Mister is 6 foot and I am Frodo-foot. Can you see where this is going my friends? Ah yes, I tug since I can`t lift and the bucket catches on the roofing and five gallons of very, very, very cold water cascade down over my head, into my jacket and down between the valley of my bosom.
Coffee is wondrous but ice cold water on your boobs at 6 AM is a guaranteed waker-upper!