This photo is of a quail egg we found on the engine of Andrew Henry's old work truck, alone and unattended. It was early in the season, long before hatching time. We periodically checked it but no momma ever came back, it was a dud I suppose, but it made me sad. An unhatched egg holds so much promise and I hated to see it wither and fade. I've been a thinkin' about things inside me that I've ignored and left unattended. Interests, passions and dreams that got lost in the shuffle of life. I'm away from home right now with time to think. My shops are closed for a few days and the housework and errands can beckon me but I'm too far away to hear them. I'm getting ideas, lots of ideas.
I think we should try to remember these things, write them down. Nothing is too small or too big to make the "stuff I always loved to do or want to do" list.
Is there anything you loved to do but haven't thought about in years?
