The other day I was out gathering eggs and as I walk from coop to coop, memories surface of gathering eggs at my grandmas. I still remember the configuration of her coop and chicken yard. I loved spending time with the chickens when I was a kid. As I gathered eggs, I thought . . my grandma would be smiling . . knowing how much I love living in the country and remembering the times I spent on their farm.
I looked down at my egg basket and thought . . my grandma’s egg basket never looked like this:
Two cell phones. Mine and Vince’s. We were waiting on a delivery and Vince didn’t remember which cell phone number he gave them and he was off too far from the house for the phone to work so I was minding both our phones.
My grandparents didn’t even have a home phone for many years and never dreamed of an invention such as a cell phone. Some days, I wish there was still no such thing.
Anyway . . I do have a pretty basket of eggs, right?