Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Such Simple Joy

   This morning's temp was 20 degrees.   I guess my bare hands were chilly as I did my chores, but they weren't so cold that I was really thinking about it.  I was just going along with the morning routine.  When I stuck my hand under my favorite chicken she cooed at me, and I pulled out two fresh eggs and one very freshly laid egg that immediately began warming my hand.  A chicken's normal body temp is around 106 degrees and as my hand curled around that egg with the hen's downy feathers caressing the back of my hand, I experienced such contentment as full as anything in recent memory.  The warm egg continued to radiate heat into my hand until I went in the house and with some regret put the egg away.  You just can't buy this kind of contentment.

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