Breakfast this morning was 12-grain toast with two eggs over easy. Before cracking them into the skillet, the eggs were still warm from the hen. There’s nothing better than fresh food. When I had goats, I used to enjoy a few ounces of the milk each day, still warm from the goat.
Now I’m going outside to get my garden area fenced in. Much anticipation for that first ripe tomato, still warm from the sun’s rays!
Tonight I’ll be writing again, but today I will play in the sun and soil with wood, metal and rocks. Almost all of my elementals together in one endeavor – a birdbath installed will make it complete.
