Today Chris and Liz and I spent some time at the Fremont Market, sampling ebelskivers, “tandoozy”, chocolate, and picking up a carton of eggs because we’d used all of Chris’ supply for breakfast.
I’ve always had a soft spot for eggs. Not so much for eating them, but for adoring them, and the creatures which produce them.
I love the array of colors of “real” eggs (not those awful factory eggs that are sold in Safeway and Costco). I love feathers and flight. I love the song of winged creatures. (And yes, I know that there are non-winged creatures which produce eggs. Turtles, for one. But actually, have you seen a turtle swim? Those legs are much like wings. And fish. But have you seen a fish swim? Much like flight. But anyway.)
I just find eggs freaking beautiful.
