We are currently in the process of selling our home. It is not an easy matter  to choose your next home.  As a matter of fact, neither is selling a home. Two offers have fallen through already  (no fault of ours , or our home) , and we have had many lookie loos at our doors for open houses and realtors who just don’t show up ( with no notice).

We have looked at modern homes, Victorian homes ,and finally decided on a rural two and a half acre ‘farmette’ ( as my mother in law sweetly named it) .

Our offer is in and we are patiently waiting.  The kids have talked about wanting a goat , chickens, and perhaps , even a horse !

Waiting is the worst.

I was out shopping as retail therapy today and spotted a chicken to keep eggs in. I saw it as a lucky charm, a sign of our pending offer, and so I bought it.

I filled it with lovely , clean white eggs ( from the store for now) and showed it off to my eldest son.

” It’s a rooster , momma. ”

Oops , so it is. What kind of a farmer will I be ?