Without a minute to spare…

backyard eggs

















Never mind the back to the gym, eating right and other reintroduction to bad habits once those resolutions slide.  The start of the New Year was eventful in that there was a debut of eggs.  We’ve been waiting, occasionally patiently oh for about six months.   There they were, startling to see something besides a fake egg nesting in the straw.  Lifted my green pallor left over from the survival mode existence that is consistently December.

“Then he slunk to the ice box. He took the Whos’ feast, he took the who pudding, he took the roast beast. He cleaned out that ice box as quick as a flash. Why, the Grinch even took their last can of Who hash.”

How the Grinch Stole Christmas  1966


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