eggs my friend, Jessica gave to me from her chickens after showing me every little living, giving and green corner of her garden. Manna - gifts of the larder and of the heart. We could live so well on this - I could. Today I will make potato salad and feed my Mum and a dear friend or two. One gift and it moves through many.
rhubarb to grow - so he gave us starts to plant this year, but they won't bear fruit for three years (they like to get well settled before sharing of themselves). Worried that we might be tempted to pick it anyways, he brought pounds and pounds of rhubarb stalks. I shared some with a handy neighbor, who made jam and gave some to me and Mum. Now I will make some rhubarb compote and share some with her and Mum. This might never come to a close - may it never come to a close.
a m a z i n g.
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