Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Samuel and the garden hens

Mornings gathering eggs are magical.

The only thing that can make it even sweeter is the laughter of a little boy.

The pictures tell it far better than my words can do...


(Insert giggles here.)


The chicken wanted a bird's eye view of Samuel, and Samuel wanted scrambled eggs for lunch.

Those hens gave up and decided to take the ladder down to the ground floor...


Love that wee little barnyard in the corner of the garden.



Eggs hide in the straw.

Rain drips from eaves.

There's bread rising on the back of the stove.

And a little boy visiting.


Life is good.

2 comments:

Diane said...

Sharyn, What a beautiful hen! And such a sweet story! I hope the little fellow remembers these days fondly when he's an old man. How I remember gathering eggs in my Gramma's henhouse!

Love the photo of the colorful hillside and I have to agree about how design inspiration comes from the most unlikely places. The
"herringbone" pattern on the grasshopper's leg is beautiful!
Great photos!

Diane

Mary Helen-Art Saves Lives said...

Life is good when we have the simple pleasures to share with a little boy. Thank you for sharing you joys. Peace, Mary Helen Fernandez Stewart