Yesterday someone called me a farmer. I’m a farmer? No, I have a farming lifestyle. A farmer has a farm, and farms full-time. Sounded nice. It will be true.
This morning I went out to let out the sheep and while there decided to pick up whatever eggs were already waiting. A stray duck egg in a garden row definitely needed eating, and the spinach and kale would toss in nicely.
I came back with my shirt full of eggs. Duck egg and kale omelette anyone? It’s delicious enough to make you feel like a well-loved SOMEBODY.