The chickens have layed nine eggs now but until this morning we hadn’t eaten any of them. It’s like we were storing up treasure, lining eggs up in the refrigerator. Before Telfer left for the hospital and before I left for church with the girls, we made eggs. The first two eggs I cracked into the hot pan had double yolks. I am not all that superstitious but I am thinking this a very good omen.
Andrea Y. Griffith 