That new chicken smell

I'm sure that you are thinking that this post is going to have to do with the smell of chickens. Well, you're wrong. This is about having something new. I love the smell of new books (do you feel me Kai-Ning?). In fact, every time I go into Barnes and Noble, I get a little bit intoxicated. I become overwhelmed with the possibility of learning something new. When I open a new book, I love when it has a good beginning, because it makes me want to devour the whole book all at once. I felt the same way about the chickens. I couldn't wait for them to hatch and then to arrive in the mail. I was disappointed that I had to work when David went to get them from the post office. At first, I was obsessed with going to see them as soon as I got home. I could hardly go a minute without picking them up or watching them. I was enthralled. I am sad to report that this newness is wearing off. They are slowly becoming a part of the normal landscape of my life. I don't have the compulsion to watch them as I once had. I went the whole day today without checking on them. Is this the normal progression of life? Do new things always lose their glamor over time? I'm not sure. Maybe you think differently.

Until Next Harvest