I love fresh eggs. I love everything about them; the bright orange of their yolks, the fresh taste, and especially the pretty shell colors. I like the green and blue ones the most.
My family teases me because I tend to leave them in the fridge and look at the pretty color of the shells for a long time, which really defeats the point of fresh eggs, I know. My friend Parker gifted me these from his backyard coop. I think I'll look at them for a while longer.
I knit, garden, bake, and sew. I create something every day, even if it's just a mess in my kitchen.
“I don't want to drive up to the pearly gates in a shiny sports car, wearing beautifully, tailored clothes, my hair expertly coiffed, and with long, perfectly manicured fingernails. I want to drive up in a station wagon that has mud on the wheels from taking kids to scout camp. I want to be there with a smudge of peanut butter on my shirt from making sandwiches for a sick neighbors children. I want to be there with a little dirt under my fingernails from helping to weed someone's garden. I want to be there with children's sticky kisses on my cheeks and the tears of a friend on my shoulder. I want the Lord to know I was really here and that I really lived.” ― Marjorie Pay Hinckley