I don’t think I’ve ever eaten a brown egg. I’m sure I’ve never eaten a green one. I’ll take two, with a slice of ham.
While my darling daughter has chosen to go somewhere other than Portland State University, we loved how the Portland Farmer’s Market was right in the school’s quadrangle.
Portland, Oregon.
Quote of the day: “Probably one of the most private things in the world is an egg before it is broken.” — M.F.K. Fisher
Daily gratitudes:
Things that make me laugh
That irises are finally blooming
Letting go of the past
Carmen Miranda earrings
Contemplation
Please send some healing energy in the direction of my beloved cat, Mr. Man. He seems to be ailing, and I have not been able to get ahold of the vet yet, but I am worried.
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May 15, 2015 at 6:21 am
Maureen @ Josephina Ballerina
Prayers going out toward Mr. Man. Also asked for Saint Francis and Saint Gertrude (Patron of Cats) to pray with us. Do you think it has something to do with eating a mouse?
Anyway, have had brown, free, blue eggs. All the same inside. Just depends on the kind of chicken. They do make for a lovely photo all grouped together, though, don’t they?
🙂 m & jb who says she is sending SpeZshUL
May 15, 2015 at 6:23 am
Maureen @ Josephina Ballerina
cAT pAYuRS foR miZtuR mAN