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The eggs were the pastel blue of new forget-me-nots.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 17, 2020.
The eggs in the light of day felt as if they were each a pastel promise, each a new bird ready to learn how to fly and sing.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 17, 2020.
The eggs were the rocks that opened, that brought such sweet-winged life into the world.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 17, 2020.
The nestled eggs were the natural gems of spring.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 17, 2020.
As the warm days grew longer and the sunshine stronger, the chicks readied themselves for life outside the egg.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 17, 2020.
Four eggs for breakfast, fried in a brushing of olive oil, lightly salted... so perfect.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 24, 2021.