Last Saturday, I found a Flat Stanley in my mailbox. It was sent to me by a friend’s young daughter. Her class is doing a project where they each send out a Flat Stanley to see where he will end up between now and May 15th.
Since I was the person they knew who lived the farthest away, he came to my mailbox first. The class requested that Stanley send postcards from the places he visits with details of his journey. I decided he could write a blog post here today for his postcard. Here’s what Stanley has to say about his visit.
The first morning of my arrival in Maine, I was warmed by a large mug of coffee. You might think this was a bad thing, but it wasn’t. There was actually about a foot of snow on the ground outside and it was very cold. The coffee was a nice warm blanket and it prepared for what I would do the rest of the day.
After morning coffee, we headed out to feed the chickens and gather eggs. There were 13 chickens in all, 2 big roosters and 11 hens. We gathered 9 eggs that morning for breakfast.
Then we went to check on the ducks, they were happily splashing in puddles in the driveway. Even though it very cold outside, some of them were swimming in their little pool. No wonder down blankets are supposed to be so warm!
We came back inside from checking on the animals and water the seedlings. There were onions, celery, herbs, and all sort of other little plants underneath grow lights inside. They will be planted outside when the snow melts and the weather warms. There were hundreds of seedlings, the garden will be bursting with vegetables this summer!
After a hearty breakfast of those eggs we gathered from the chickens, we were back outside to cut firewood for next winter. The rest of the day was spent cutting, splitting and stacking firewood. Boy was I tired after that. It’s certainly true what they say, you warm yourself twice!
I also made a trip to the coast to see the big boats and the lobsters, but it was raining and I was afraid I’d disintegrate, so I stayed in the car.
Then I was folded up into an envelope and mailed off somewhere else. Where will I go? Who knows, but I certainly can’t wait to get back to Peri in Kentucky so I can tell her all about my trip!
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