Loosened from the mud, I find myself floating in a world of possibility.

So can you.

returned home with some eggs


These are farm fresh eggs from Maple Hill Farm. I asked the farmer why he didn't have green eggs in these dozen packs like the ones he had at his farmers market stand. He said that while he does have many on his farm, those chickens are too wily and wild. They totally lay their eggs free-range style in secret spots which are abandoned when discovered. The biggest tip off that their spot has been discovered? Well pilfered eggs, of course.

The holiday retreat to the trailer in the woods was nearly a complete wash-out. But we did find a dry day to canoe and a cloudy drizzly morning in the farmers market. So many memories and I'll be thinking about it all each time I peel one of these eggs in the morning. Maybe I should think about adding a new morning gratitude ritual and this I bet, is an easy way to start. I returned home with eggs and I also brought along a lot worthy of gratitude.