A new year. I like the sound of that and all the promise a fresh start can bring! There seems to be any number of resolutions, goals, promises and clean slates that can help guide us on the path to better health, happiness and self-achievement. . . until about early February when the first fun holiday rolls around with its hearts and chocolates.
I picked fresh strawberries from the garden this week! Okay, so I kind of cheated, but I did pick them and they were growing in my garden. Never mind that my husband bought mature plants full of unripened fruit. I just had to stick them in the ground and watch them turn from a ghostly shade of white to a delicious deep red.
We spent a few days in Branson last week and returned to a mound of eggs from our seven feathered friends. I guess we can call them "spring chickens," no matter their age, because these longer days and doses of sunshine have our girls firing on all cylinders after their brief winter hiatus. While we didn't expect this sort of egg explosion, we did know there would be several eggs awaiting our return, because our sweet little girls, Tater and Tot, never stopped production, even on the coldest of winter days. These two ISA Brown beauties have definitely earned their keep by laying eggs almost every day since late summer.…
