This morning Mr. Moon made himself egg-in-a-hole which he loves but because I had given away all but two of our eggs, we had none when Vergil came by after sitting in the woods and hoping for a deer this morning. Jessie and the boys were going to come and meet him here and I wanted to make him a little breakfast and just as I was bemoaning the fact that we had no eggs, I heard a hen singing her "Come get me, Liberace! I have laid an egg!" song and sure enough, there was an egg in the pump house nest and I made Vergil the freshest egg sandwich on the planet.
The egg bowl now looks like this, though, as nine hens gave me eggs throughout the day and I can't say for sure there aren't any more. I sure do wish I could figure out where Tweety is laying her tiny eggs. Sometimes you just need a tiny egg for a recipe, you know? Like if you're cutting a recipe in half and it calls for an egg. One Tweety egg would be the perfect size for your needs.
I've been lazy today. Lazy as can be. I've mostly sat on my ass and done some crosswords and that is about all. I did a little more weeding and then flattered my husband into making two rows for me to plant some carrots and celery in, which he did. The flattery was sincere- as I have said many times, his rows are as straight and true as Elvis Costello's aim. It hasn't been too horribly hot today. Maybe up to eighty. But it was cool last night and we opened up the house and turned off the noisy, planet-destroying AC. Heaven. And I still have the house open and am glad for it.
I finished listening to a book today that I thoroughly enjoyed.