Dear friends,
While I give the prose-generating areas of my brain one more night's rest, here are some more goodies from Bakerina's Photo Album of Chaos:
Believe it or not, these are all Meyer lemons, part of the bundle I picked up for last month's Shaker lemon pie. The day after I bought these, the weather was sleety and bitter cold. I thought about buying flowers for my desk on the way to work, but I decided that some nice Meyer lemons would elevate my mood just as efficiently.
I might be taking the egg motif too far, likewise with the Arkansas motif, but I never got tired of the various sizes and hues of the eggs I bought. This particular egg caught my eye because it was the longest egg I'd ever seen. If you think that "long" is a weird adjective for an egg, consider this egg next to one of its regular-sized brethren:
One day near the end of my stay at the Colony, one of the staff knocked on my door. Before the Colony was a writers' colony, it was an inn, and before it was an inn, it was a farm. As such, there was still a lot of farm property on the premises, including this nifty wooden sign, which the nice young man at the Colony said was mine if I wanted it. It hangs in my cubicle now, taking up nearly a third of the wall on which it hangs, but it makes the cube feel much friendlier, much more of a place to keep my counsel while I make the living that enables me to chase this silly, improbable, dreamy plan to write this book.