Diane Virginia: Jeweled Chicken Sandals
“Mom, I fed the chickens. Here’s your sandals back,” my daughter said. “Back?” I tried to hide my dismay, “You wore the jeweled ones?” The odor rising from the pleather revealed the answer. “I just borrowed them quick.” I glanced at my jeweled sandals. As pretty as they were, they now had a designated purpose. I would use them when I fetched eggs or cared for my hens. My jeweled sandals were now the purtiest’ chicken sandals I’d ever owned. … Continue reading →