and thought how nice it was to feel this way at the end of it。
And as I nestled in and drifted off to sleep; my heart felt wonderfully… free。
The next morning I still felt good。 I went outside and sprinkled the yard; enjoying the splish
and patter of water on soil; wondering when; when; that
first little blade of grass would spring up into the sunshine。
Then I went out back; cleaned the coop; raked the yard; and dug up some of the bigger
weeds growing along the edges。
Mrs。 Stueby leaned over the side fence as I was shoveling my rakings and weeds into a
trash can and said; “Hows it going; Julianna? Making
neat for a rooster?”
“A rooster?”
“Why; certainly。 Those hens need some motivation to start laying more!”
It was true。 Bonnie and Clydette and the others were only laying about half the eggs that they
used to; but a rooster? “I dont think the
neighborhood would appreciate my getting a rooster; Mrs。 Stueby。 Besides; wed get chicks
and I dont think we can handle any more poultry back
here。”
“Nonsense。 Youve spoiled these birds; giving them the whole yard。 They can share the
space。 Easily! How else are you going to maintain your
business? Soon those birds wont be laying anything a…tall!”
“They wont?”
“Well; very little。”
I shook my head; then said; “They were just my chicks that grew into chickens and started
laying eggs。 I never really thought of it as a business。”
“Well; my runnin a tab has probably contributed to that; and Im sorry。 Ill be sure and get you
the whole sum this week; but consider buying
yourself a rooster with some of it。 Ive got a friend down on Newb Street who is positively
green over my deviled eggs。 I gave her my recipe; but
she says hers just dont taste the same。” She winked at me。 “Im certain shed pay
handsomely for a supply of my secret ingredient if it became
available。” She turned to go; then said; “By…the…by; Julianna; you have done a mighty fine job
on that front yard。 Most impressive!”
“Thanks; Mrs。 Stueby;” I called as she slid open her patio door。 “Thanks very much。”
I finished scooping up the piles Id made and thought about what Mrs。 Stueby had said。