March 3, 2014 – These are the quiet days flanked between the snowstorms of winter and the tender grassy sprouts of spring. We’ve kept busy over the last several weeks working on the beverage company. As soon as the earth thaws, we’re going to break ground on a genuine (albeit illicit) distillery – with walls and a roof! It will be much fancier than the stills and fermenters we built last year and placed on concrete blocks in between the birch, maple and hemlock trees that occupy the woods behind our runs.
I finished up a bit of design work with Violet for our spring beer campaign when I was overcome with a pressing need to stretch my legs and spread my wings. So, I decided to take Violet on a walk around the house where she could peer into Mom’s office window and try to get a peak of the new kitten. I’m not ready to open my arms to the world of cats, but I have faced the fact that this little ball of fur has captured my curiosity and my heart.
The fresh, cool air felt wonderful after having spent the last three hours inside the garage huddled over a draftsman’s table. We took our time, carefully navigating iced-over snow paths until we reached the perfect spot. Thankfully, there was still a pile of snow under the sill that Violet and I were able to stand on in order to clearly see inside the house. It took merely a second to spot Holly. She has grown so much over the last few weeks! While we were spying, we saw her stand on her back legs and pop Sadie, our beagle friend, on the nose with her foot.
“That’s a kitten for ya,” I laughed. “They love to whack things with their paws.” Sadie seemed to enjoy it because her tail was wagging in triple time. It was also good to hear Violet laughing. She is now fully recovered from her respiratory ailment and is just waiting on warmer weather before she rejoins the orpington ladies in Coop #1.
Suddenly, I felt so blessed and so grateful for the life we all share, that I leaned back and belted out a wing-flapping, “WHOOOOOO HOOOOOO!!!!” Violet was not expecting this, and wet herself. I felt horrible. She laughed brilliantly – once the shock wore off, and remarked how much she has missed being in the chicken yard with all of us. I’ve missed her, too. We’re going to throw a hootenanny the night she moves back outside. It’s going to be tremendous! We’ll have corn on the cob, strawberry smoothies, and dance in grass skirts and coconut bras. (It’s on my bucket list.)