After the eggcitement of finding our first eggs and watching the whole thing unfold, I've gotten to think about how detached from the process I've been all my life. Eggs from a carton in the supermarket is something I've taken for granted forever, without thinking much about it. Sure, I knew they came from chickens, but I don't know that I gave it any further thought.
And now I have this whole new perspective.
In fact, a few years ago when we first planted broccoli, I remember thinking...'huh...so that's how it grows...' It's interesting how that can happen, that a woman can grow into her thirties eating broccoli on a regular basis yet not know how it comes into this world. Interesting...and sad. I'm happy, though, that I can create a different experience for my own children. That they can grow up knowing what it's like to pick a fresh raspberry snack from the garden after the egghausting eggsperience of egghunts.
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