The hens, who provide us with gardener’s gold and brown eggs, find this warm weather to their liking. If you feel solemn, a bit darkened by the Holiday flash, take some time to hang out with chickens. They always have something to say. They’re grateful for almost all scraps. They push aside the clementine peels, but adore black beans. In fact their appearance can cause a frenzy of pecking. Yet they do it so expertly. If I knew how to be so focused when in a rush, I’d  be as easily pleased as these tremendous gals.

Contentment to all in this New Year…

Michael