These eggs are so gloriously perfect that I gasped when I open the carton. Many of my neighbors have taken to the quaint hobby of chicken raising in this urban jungle of asphalt in which we reside and lucky us, this is one of the perks, farm fresh eggs from exotic heirloom chickens. The colors of these beauties are the colors Martha Stewart dreams in. They make me want to run around a farm with little chicks at my heels, chirping whilst wearing red or blue gingham of course - me not the chicks. "Spring is here!!!" they cackle. This time of year in my city is the prettiest and most temperate. The azaleas are blooming like the world is ending and the irises are wafting a fragrance that smells just like those dime-size jelly beans you get at the drug store to scatter in your Easter basket. Some of my favorite things about spring : the sound of lawn mowers, seeing what plants are popping up in my yard- asparagus, Brussel sprouts, morning glory and moon vine, buying radishes the size of apples in the market, putting spring onion in everything, my son and daughter playing in the hose, hiding fairy dolls in the garden for the kids to find, Dallas Blooms at the Arboretum, cherry blossoms.
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