How often do you buy eggs? Perhaps you open the box in the supermarket and glance over them before buying to make sure that none are cracked or broken.
Once home are they put into the fridge, left in the egg box or placed into another container until needed?
Do you ever really look at them again?
With a break in the weather I managed to get out on my bicycle the other day. I delighted in the early signs of spring – the daffodils, snowdrops, bird song and some sunshine.
On one of my regular routes is a small holding with a variety of hens. By the gate is a wooded box where you can purchase eggs – if you are lucky enough to get there at the right time and before anyone else. At this time of year when the hens are not at their most productive I didn’t expect to find any filled boxes. But to my utter delight there was one and a half dozen.
I have a carrier on the back of my bike and in that a small purse with some change for such occasions. I purchased one dozen, put them carefully into the carrier and continued on my wonderful cycle ride that morning. Being mindful to avoid any bumps in the road!
When I got home I delighted in the wonderful array of colours in these eggs. Someone had also written the date of collection carefully on the shell in pencil.
The humble hen’s egg. Each one so perfect. And for which I was so grateful to receive that morning.
