Thursday, July 19, 2012

gleaning treasures

While Rose is away at camp Charlotte and I must do her daily animal maintenance. Thankfully, Charlotte, takes care of Mr. Putter while I, thank you very much, get the zebra finches. 

Cleaning "the sisters" cage netted a teeny cupful of delicate little eggs. We have raised "the sisters" since birth over three years ago. Every time I see their presentation of eggs I can't help thinking, "A girl's got do what a girl's gotta do!" Of course, they are unfertilized (google facts of life if needed).


These gleanings were put into a handmade clay pot that was being kept in a drawer in the kitchen's cupboard
I flipped it over remembering when it was first gifted into my hands...


...a treasure

let's talk Shakespeare

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