Sign of Spring

Recently, an important sign of spring appeared. It wasn't the first greening of the willow tree.

It wasn't the peach tree blooms.

Nor the blooms on the cherry tree.

It wasn't the burst of golden forsythias.

Nor the appearance of the first skunk on the lawn.

It was this sign—declaring that the hens at the former dairy farm in Union Hall were laying again.

Naturally, we stopped and bought some. These fresh-from-the-free-range-hens eggs are large and rich. They taste so much better than grocery store eggs.

While the sign said "brown eggs," they come in many colors.

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