Angel
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It’s calving season out here on the Golden Spread. Spring is in the air. Trees are budding, tulips are blossoming, and heifers are birthing. Heifers are young cows, first-time mamas. I might even be as bold as to call them teenage mothers. Unwed, teenage mothers. My husband says you have to watch heifers closely because… Read more
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I walked down the hallways of my school today and the scent of strawberry shortcake assaulted my nose. Not that strawberry shortcake is a bad thing, quite the contrary. It wasn’t real strawberry shortcake however, someone was burning a candle, or had a smell-good of some sort in their room. The smell immediately took me back… Read more
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While others are being entertained by Monday night TV programming, I am entertained by a chicken. My husband has nicknamed me The Crazy Chicken Lady. I don’t care. Sticks and stones and all that jazz. Although videography is not my forte, and I am using my phone, and there is a red light in the… Read more
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Today was a windy day. I went to put my hat on and it didn’t fit. I think my head is swol up over all your compliments on yesterday’s blog. Good grief! My intention was not for you to leave me comments about me or my blog, but you’re cool like that. I thank you all for the sweet words. Really, I… Read more
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Today I just want to give a shout out and let you know how much you mean to me. Yes, you. You make me want to do this every single day of my life. Even when I’m tired. Even when I’m hungry. Even when my brain is a pile of mush and the thoughts I… Read more
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The sweet little chicks aren’t very little anymore. They are growing faster than anything I’ve ever seen. I don’t know if you can tell the difference in their size between the first and second picture, but it’s quite substantial in “real life”. The first picture was their first day with me, the second was taken … Read more
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Class clowns. They’re in every classroom across America. Yes, even mine. Today before writing time (which I love to teach by the way), I read a sweet children’s book called The Old Woman Who Named Things by Cynthia Rylant. It’s about this cute little old lady who’s outlived all her friends, so she reluctantly gets a dog and they become… Read more
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As we packed up the house this past week, and walked out the door to spend the night in our new home, I looked around the rooms at the emptiness of them. The pictures were off the walls, the furniture had been carried out. There was nothing left except an old chair or two and a… Read more
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They, whoever they are, say death comes in three’s. Since I last wrote about my chickens, one more has died, which brings the number of fatalities to 3. It was the little chick I was worried about before. The antisocial black one with a little yellow spot on its head who stood in the corner and stared. She didn’t even get… Read more
Angel Wheeler 