Angel Wheeler

simple pleasures

  • Potato Leek Pizza

    Three seconds after I had filled my belly with the morning’s eggs and toast, wiped my mouth and pushed my plate away, my husband inquires, “What do you want for supper?”  I find this the worst possible time to ask someone what they want for supper, because the obvious answer is something along the lines of: who… Read more

  • Wide Load

    Easter Sunday when I posted this on my blog I was trying to be funny.  Today, there is nothing funny about it.  My butt hurts.  It’s the truth.  Ashy and I decided to go for a bike ride yesterday.  A pleasant country bike ride on dirt roads next to green pastures.  We headed south atop our cheap Walmart bikes, rode… Read more

  • What You Love

      The sound of heavy bootsteps and the jingle of spurs woke me from dreams filled with high heels and travel plans.  My husband was up, dressed, and stirring around the house, waiting on the “guys” to get here.  It was time for me to rise anyway. I threw the shoes I was trying on in my… Read more

  • Good Friday? Yes, yes it was.

    1:  day off 14:  chickens that run to meet me 12:   Blue Spruce’s to plant in honor of Earth Day 50:  pages read in a book 35:  minutes spent napping 15:  dollars spent on barbecue take-out 4:  laps taken around a pasture on a bicycle 5:  big spoonfuls of Blue Bell’s Great Divide Ice Cream… Read more

  • Sorry and Thank You

    Sorry. I’m sorry about yesterday’s post. I whined and complained and had a pity party. You came here for an enjoyable read, and got a mess of moping around instead.  I will try not to let that happen again.  I’m ashamed.  Today I am better.  Much, much better.  I received some wonderful advice from readers,… Read more

  • I have the need to read

    I’m craving a book.  Yes, I said craving.  Like Elvis craved a fried peanut butter and banana sandwich.  Longing, pining, desiring.   Sometimes all I need in life is a book, a blanket, and a couple of hours.  I don’t usually make it that long before falling asleep. Good friends, good books and a sleepy conscience: this… Read more

  • Tuesday Night

    The evening is breezy and mild. I’m sitting in my front yard in one of those vintage iron chairs as I type this. The birds are perched in the tree and on the high wires singing me a melody.  The cows are grazing in the next pasture.  The horses are munching alfalfa, and chickens are pecking… Read more

  • Freedom

      We have a pet chicken. We call her Freedom.  She wants out of the box in the worst way imaginable. She’s the only one who discovered how to fly to the edge of the box.  Since then we taped up the sides.  She appears to be a Barred Plymouth Rock with a long stripe… Read more

  • Just In: Chicken Fatality Report

    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

  • Signs of Morning

    Morning Time is quickly becoming my favorite time of day. I can easily say this today, on a Sunday. More specifically the Sunday after I’ve had 8 days off of work. Maybe tomorrow morning I won’t feel the same.  Tomorrow.  The dreaded Monday.  More specifically, the first day back to work.  The first day back to work after Spring… Read more