One of the best parts of spring is the farmer’s markets. We’re a little too early for that but this nice lady and her daughter were set up and selling farm fresh eggs about a mile from where I live. There are increasing numbers of signs offering hen’s eggs – often called “cackleberries” – in this rural county. I bought a dozen of these monster brown eggs for $3. I’ve seen them as low as $2 / dozen but oh, were these beauties! They’re going on the camping trip this week. Jesse is in for a treat.
|“What? You’re not taking me camping? I promise I’ll be good!”|
At the moment I’m washing dishes and packing the van. Jesse and I are going to hit the road Monday and come back Wednesday morning. We’ll be visiting some familiar places – any maybe some new ones – up near the Minnesota / Iowa border. There’s a “new-to-us” trout stream that sounds inviting as well as a fishing hole just 200 feet south of Minnesota — but still in Iowa.
|Happiness is a full belly and some concrete tor scratching my back.|
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