Giant Egg

I was collecting the eggs the other day and I found what had to be the largest egg we've gotten to date.  I mean as far as eggs go, this sucker was like a bowling ball.  We held it up to the light and it looks like it could have up to 3 yolks inside.  Talk about an omelette maker, this would be the only egg you need.  Now i'm sure that anyone who has chickens isn't so surprised by this as it isn't that rare after all, but for everyone else, I love to share.

I Saw a Bee in January

I was outside cutting wood the other day, and for the past few hours I'd been wondering. Why?  Heck, new years was just a few days ago - I could still taste the cucumber flavored vodka in my mind.  But outside the temperature is over 50 and in a t-shirt I was fine.  I'd never known such a warm stretch of days in the middle of the winter.  But then again, it's not like it hasn't happened before.  At least this time it was to my benefit.  This weather was perfect for chopping wood.

A thing about chopping wood, even though it can be time consuming, it's very much a sort of zen type activity.  The day was so nice, that combined with the chore at task, it was difficult not to slip into thought.  Now what could have easily been a 15 minute task, took double that.  No matter.  I've come to accept and rather enjoy taking my time.  After all, in general the amount of work I have to do never really seems to reduce.

In spite of this I still manage to catch nature at work regularly, this time, on a much smaller scale.  A honey bee catches my attention.  Now what in the world would a honey bee, be doing out this time of year?  I begin to consider the fate of this bee.  Death possibly.  I mean, being realistic, there is nothing for this bee to eat.  Or maybe he will just go back to his hive and hibernate a little more.

Then I look closer at the bee.  So clean and fresh, almost new in a way.  I watch as the bee moves from each end of the freshly cut wood, likely looking for moisture.  Perhaps attracted by the smell.  It didn't matter, this creature had my fascination.  Then the School bell rings.

I realized that my connection with the time and space of that bee had been interrupted.  Automatically I search for the bee and try to focus again, but my mind won't let me.  I have a task at hand, to chop the wood.  No matter, this is not the point anyway.

In fact, there really isn't one.  Except that I saw a bee, in January.