Getting well in Eden

…Perhaps Eden is a slight exaggeration. I’m pretty sure there was no chicken poo in Eden.

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“If it moves again, I’m going to eat it!”

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The creatures are inspiring too. The Girls stroll around in a stately fashion, patrolling for insect pests, seeds, worms and tiny invisible delicacies. The only time one sees them agitated is at supper time, when they hoik up their fluffy black skirts and flat out run into their chookyard to demolish the grain, vegies, weeds and occasional doses of comfrey they’ve been served. In return, they give us warm, light brown fresh eggs, with dense whites and brilliantly orange yolks. The taste is something so completely different from what you buy in the shops that you’re spoiled for the bought thing forever after.

They’re like elegant and dignified bourgeois French widows, clad in shimmering black satin, with black fishnet hose and distinctly Parisian black froufrou undies. Perched on their heads are brilliantly coral red combs, like chic little hats. I love the Girls…. I’ve been promised my own very, very soon.

It’s spring here in northern NSW. Along the road from the coast up the mountain, there are jacarandas, crepe myrtles, tibouchinas and flame trees in bloom. Despite very little rain, things are still green and lush. and the vegetables and fruit are vibrantly colourful.

I’m woken in the morning by the cheerful giggling of currawongs, the loud gabbling of rosellas and galahs invading the chook run to steal grain and bits of fruit, and territorial announcements from the magpies. Everywhere my eye turns there’s some magic going on.

I’m sure I’m getting better much faster because my eye is at rest on all this beauty, and my mind is at peace. 

24 thoughts on “Getting well in Eden

  1. pattisj says:

    This sounds like the perfect place to recuperate. Loved your well-thought-out description of the chickens. 🙂

  2. I am happy for you. Sounds like you’re in just the right place at the right time 🙂

  3. Wendy from NY says:

    Dee-lightful description, I could almost taste the garden! I loved having chickens, not sure why but they are very endearing little folk. So glad you are doing so well, have an uneventful trip home.

  4. Oh I did enjoy that! A gorgeous garden wrapped up in really well-chosen words. Thank you.

  5. Carole says:

    That sounds like an idyllic place, and I loved your description of the chooks 🙂

    • katechiconi says:

      I may have to hold a naming competition for them when I get my own Girls. One is definitely going to be Veuve Clucquot, on account of the description…. There will be 3 black Australorps and 3 red Isa Browns. Start thinking now!

  6. tialys says:

    Well, if anyone is going to appreciate having their own chooks, it’s you!
    I can’t get quite as poetic about them since I have seen one running around with a baby bird and I had to wrestle it out of her beak. After all, I put up with the cats’ murderous activities and they don’t even give me any eggs.

    • katechiconi says:

      Yes, a baby bird sounds a little yucky. I find it hard to get past the mental image of one of my GIrls with a smug expression and a mouse’s tail curling out of her beak! But they have such personality, I can’t resist them!

  7. EllaDee says:

    It certainly has the feel of a magic place. And if there weren’t chooks in the Garden of Eden, there probably should have been and a big vege garden too as well as the apple and the snake that the chooks would have chased off!
    Enjoy your trip back, and your visits. You’ll be arriving back at your home and we’ll just be leaving the city for our visit to ours!

  8. You and your sister really are a family of practical Earth Mothers, aren’t you? Expert cooks, gardeners and sewers! Three cheers for keeping practical skills alive.

    • katechiconi says:

      My sister can spin and make cheese, I can butcher a chicken and milk a cow… Earth Mothers perhaps, but no hairy legs or tie-dye for us! I like a nice pedicure and haircut, myself. I blame my mother for bringing us up all wrong. We should be obsessing about handbags and shoes, and the contents of Hello magazine instead of growing fresh food and beautiful flowers…

  9. Jen Gardener says:

    Oh yay, be exciting to get your own girls again 🙂

  10. Kirsten says:

    I’m sure there was chicken poo in Eden, to help the pretty plants grow. Unless of course, because it is Eden, they don’t need it . . .

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