It's the most beautiful egg ever. Light blue-green. My hens were just as amazed as I.
The kids were thrilled.
And it happened on the day my mother was born, July 17th. Rest her soul. She would be over the moon with such confirmation of the world's goodness. (We never had colored eggs like this from the brood we raised on the Cape. Just weird shaped eggs from an old hen named Big White.) I miss my mom especially today. It's been 21 years since she's been here. So you can imagine my utter delight when I opened the egg box and saw this perfection. As my stage manager once put on the call board on the last night of our production of THE SKIN OF OUR TEETH: "As it was in the beginning, Is now and ever shall be, World without end, Amen, Amen."
I feel close to the cycle of Life today.
And then there is this. It's nearly killing me. But it proceeds.
Sorry, I can't stop thinking about that egg...