Chicken soup, visitors and Shakespeare

Yesterday I simmered and simmered the rest of the roast chicken, still with meat on it, with plenty of garlic powder and onion powder, then added in the last of the corn and peas from Christmas, and the spaghetti. 

And now I have half a  dozen bowls of really good chicken soup, doesn't look exciting, but it's really lovely. Those little free range chickens from Misfits evidently have a short life but a  happy one,  judging from the old fashioned flavor.

And yesterday's plans to read and veg out were punctuated by many sudden  irruptions from Gary  with a variety of things he suddenly wanted to tell me, largely about wildlife he'd found indoors in the course of removing built-ins in order  to replace the floor.

Evidently he had a colony of crickets and a habitat in one place, a nest of ants in another. So he's added in  removing these to the plans.

Then in the evening, these plants came to visit until after the floor is finished. The bear is  examining them with interest.

 

Yes, this senior is far from isolated and lonely! For someone who lives alone, it's amazing how often my activities are interrupted!

And after I'd finished shellacking Shakespeare the other day, the poem of the day yielded this gem, to remind us he's a great poet.

Happy day,  everyone, when the rain stops and our local flooding recedes, I'll get out walking, to see the  shapes of winter trees again.