Day 934 Good Egg

 

As the weather begins to hint at the arrival of spring, egg production in our little flock continues to rise. Today, Tim gathered a baker’s dozen of eggs from the hens—though, sadly, one egg met an unfortunate fate during the process. Still, I’m eagerly anticipating how many eggs we’ll collect each day once all my girls are back to their full laying potential.

Over the winter, many of my hens took a break from egg production, but now they’re slowly starting to get back into the swing of things. The variety of eggs we collect is one of the joys of spring. From brown, white, and green eggs to all sizes—small, medium, large, and extra-large—there's a colorful assortment that fills up my baskets. Even after sharing some with my daughter, my mom, and gathering a bunch for my son, my egg baskets are starting to overflow. It truly feels like spring when the eggs come in steadily!

In addition to the joy of fresh eggs, I had the chance to deliver a beautiful bouquet of flowers to my stepmom, Terry, on the tenth anniversary of my dad’s passing. I wanted to show her some love, but as I delivered the flowers, I thought—why didn’t I think to give her a bouquet of eggs instead? Who wouldn’t want a dozen fresh eggs right now?

I’ll definitely follow up soon with a colorful carton of these protein-packed treasures. After all, Terry is a good egg—one of those kind-hearted souls who’s impossible not to love. My dad was incredibly lucky to have had her in his life for so many years. She’s definitely egg-worthy!

If egg prices continue to stay high, and my girls keep laying at this rate, I think I’ll become the friend everyone wants this spring and summer. No more flowers or fancy gifts for me—baskets of fresh, colorful eggs will be my go-to gift for all occasions. After all, who can resist the deliciousness of farm-fresh eggs… except my husband? Tim, unfortunately, won’t eat an egg of any size or color, no matter how it’s cooked. All of our beautiful eggs don't tempt him at all. He blames it on his childhood experience when his mom served him a soft-boiled egg, and he threw it up after forcing it down. He’s been anti-egg ever since that day. In fact, he won’t even stay in the kitchen if I’m cooking eggs.

Despite Tim’s aversion, I’m thrilled to see my girls back in action and excited to share their beautiful eggs with loved ones. This spring is shaping up to be filled with farm-fresh treasures—both in the form of eggs and the love we share with family. Here's to a season of abundance and appreciation!