Hens From Helen

Last year this very month, Sister Helen gifted me some hens with little chickens.  I have two water buckets full.  They have thrived and filled the buckets.  Helen is afraid of chickens but not afraid of snakes.  Grandma Gaddy could really grow the hens and chickens.  I recall her showing me her patch at the house on Harrison Hill.  I always think of her when I look at them.  I think of Grandma Powell when I see Geraniums.   She had several and took them inside in the winter and returned them to her big front porch each spring.  I can still see the bright red ones so clearly.  

 I have never had good luck with hens and chickens.  So last year I added pea gravel on top of the dirt.  It keeps them dryer.  They’re a succulent and this seems to help.