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There is something magical about going to the henhouse, looking for eggs.

Gathered in their own little basket, I love to sit them on the counter, and just look.

They can sit for days like that, as long as it isn’t summer, and I don’t have to wash them until I have time to nestle them within their little cartons…see the rest of the article, here, www.thecreatordeems.blogspot.c