Posted by on May 19, 2013 | 0 comments

Our kind and generous neighbor, Jean, was giving mama a dozen eggs from his (slurp, slurp) chickens (just kidding—I wouldnd’t touch one of those giant red hens with a ten-foot spading fork—make that a rake; I don’t like words that sound like spay…well, you know) and he put them in a red plastic bucket and then handed them up to our garden with...

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