Patchwork Times by Judy Laquidara

Don’t you just love it when you honey leaves you a love note?  We don’t do that often enough.  There was a time when I bought lots of cards and I’d sometimes stick a little note in Vince’s shirt pocket or Chad’s lunch box.  I used to even mail cards to Vince at work but . . well, heck . . we just don’t do that kind of stuff any more.  Here’s how cheap we are now . . Vince will call me to the greeting card aisle at Wal-Mart and say “Here, read this.  I chose it for you (birthday, Valentine’s, whatever) but you can just read it here and I don’t have to buy it!”  It doesn’t bother me.  I know he loves me and for the cost of a greeting card, I can buy a fat quarter or sometimes a half yard of fabric!

Thank goodness my chickens take the time to let me know they love me!

Look at that heart on the end of the egg Ruby left me this morning.  How sweet is that?  Who needs a greeting card when your chickens can do this with their eggs?

I’m thinking this egg should be worth lots of money.  If the image of  Superman or The Virgin Mary on a screen door is worth money, don’t you think a heart on an egg should be worth enough to send my son to law school?