Yes, its been ages. I am standing, boot straps in hand, stiff upper lip, reaching for the oil can.
Starting over. Or at least picking up where I left off.
An egg seems like a fine metaphor for a new beginning. Being that I am so thrilled with these eggs you'd think I laid them myself, I am always looking for an opportunity to show them off. Its new, this egg laying. The first eggs came on Halloween. Trick or Treat! Actually, yes both trick and treat- as 2 of the first 3 were laid in a nest of thorns.