Friday, February 06, 2009

or like a...

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...much needed heavily rained upon morning. The ground lapping up the bounty. Eggs from my parents chickens, fluffily scrambled, steaming black coffee.

The green ones always saved until the last.

4 Comments:

Blogger Nessie Noodle said...

enjoying the rain here too. We need it, badly.

do the green ones taste different, or is it just the novilty (sp) of it all?

11:42 AM  
Blogger kristen said...

i love farm fresh eggs - the colors and taste are fantastic. i'm a little envious that your parents have chickens...

1:08 PM  
Blogger curious girl (lisa) said...

I didn't know there was such a thing as green eggs! fabulous!

7:23 AM  
Blogger LeS said...

no, ness, they taste exactly the same - it's just that they are so pretty i save them for last :)

i know, right, k?

funny, huh, lisa? they are from araucana chickens.

10:34 AM  

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