Closing in on Easter. It's the season of eggs and if you want eggs, you're going to need chickens. Vintage ceramic chickens. It all started with one chicken that I bought as a Christmas gift for my chicken-raising friend, Amy. She has real chickens and real eggs. During the days leading up to our friendly gift exchange, I managed to drop it and broke off the tail. Oh my! (It's the chicken on the far right with the red comb and above the chicken egg cup.) I glued it back together but didn't feel quite right giving a broken chicken as a gift and maybe lying about how I didn't see that crack, so I kept it. As time passed, I got used to it hanging around and soon found a friend (the large chicken above it and slightly to the left.). And that has lead to this odd little collection.
The garden as antidote
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