Last weekend it was cool enough to wear all the clothes necessary to brave the storage shed outside. I rallied the troops and we braved the interior to create order out of chaos. We were doing really well for about half an hour until we found a hidden stash of eggs. Far under some shelves. John began moving the eggs when one popped and UGH the stench was immediate and overwhelming. Rotten eggs! We hastily departed the building and our cleaning was about over.
Those darn chickens have been hiding their eggs from the boys for a long time apparently. John found a mask of sorts, a sock, to help him finish that part of the job. Rotten eggs truly stink, different than skunk and rotten potatoes but gaggy nonetheless. The other younger brothers were not so willing to help.
Bruce adores swinging fast and high. He loves watching his brothers and being part of the crew.
With so many eggs to dispose of I had to remind them not to just crunch them where they stood, but instead adamantly enforced the far away from the house rule. They headed to the hay field and had a good time tossing those rotten eggs toward the corn.
Meanwhile inside the house little girls were manning the sinks with Aliza. They are prime canners of tomatoes. They were very proud of their work.
And because everyone is so committed to other activities around here I have been slowly investigating a riding lawnmower. John was delighted to find the answer to my search. This was in the farm magazine a favorite around here. A bicycle powered non-motor lawnmower. Yep that's my family looking out for dear OLD mom. Get some different exercise mom be tough like us. Oh my funny Johnny.
I guess all is fair in love and war as he never just gets to goof around and do nothing his dear old mom is always finding new ways to keep him busy too. Guess it takes one to know one.
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