Finally! Since the end of February I’ve been excited gather eggs from my own chicken coop. Saturday I found these three. Sunday there was one. Monday there were two and I haven’t checked yet today. Mine are daytime layers so I collect in the evening. The eggs are tiny but cook up fluffier than grocery store eggs. We crush the shells and feed them back to the hens along with all of our compost and leftovers nobody wants. I’ve never had a 0% food waste kitchen and I love it! When all my girls are laying, we should have 6-9 eggs per day so eventually I’ll have extra to sell and share.
I do have a hitch in my egg gathering plan; along with the pastoral visiting, sermon studying, housekeeping, supper making elements of that same plan. I fell down the two steps into my garage yesterday and can’t walk today. I can hop and hobble but walking is out of the question. Ben carried me into the house and is doctoring me. Emily is doing my chores. They took me and my big, fat, bruisy foot to the doctor today. Since then I’ve sat in the chair with it wrapped and propped. I can think of 20 things an hour that need doing. Instead I finished one book and am about to finish another. I’ve thrown Rosie’s tennis ball for at least fifty times. I fell asleep twice. I have liked watching the light change as the sun crosses over the house. Every couple of hours the cat moves a few inches further south on the couch to stay in the sunny spot. I’m accomplishing very little, but happily.
I wish I hadn’t fallen and I’m tempted to get sad my foot might not be better Monday when I leave for vacation, but Monday’s a long time away.. Besides, Emily just brought me a mango popsicle and told me a joke. Both were extra sweet.
You are all so dear to me so please watch your step. ~ peace & prayers, pastor annette