I got up, let the chickens out and started looking around the yard at these pockets of beautiful-ness. I thought, no fame and no fortune could ever match the simplicity and joy of a morning garden. I don’t blame Adam and Eve, I love apples too-but sometimes I get a tiny glimpse into God’s Garden and I wander and I wonder.
(By the way, 7 hens and 7 eggs – the chickens love me! And, Gracie loves chewing up…everything. She and the chickens are getting along well, or so I hope.)