February is a muddy month. It's great weather for the maple sugar producers. Cold nights and warmer days make the trees and the producers run. But, it's not so great for those of us who gather eggs from free ranging chickens. My hens are not confined to nests or even to the hen-house. They run around outside all day parading through puddles, digging in dirt, and stomping out designs on the muddy paths. After all that fun, the hens hurry back inside. They do not stop to wipe their feet. Instead, they hop on the nest, deposit an egg and wipe their feet on that. February is egg cleaning month.
Customers who buy eggs in grocery stores are buying eggs laid by hens in cages. The eggs never have a chance to get dirty because the hens don't. Customers who buy my eggs are also buying the time my hens spend outside and the time I spend hand polishing their eggs. My hens are laying about 45 eggs a day. That's a lot of mud and a lot of time with a rag, and I forgot to polish eggs yesterday.
When I picked up my rag today and stared glumly at the 90 eggs waiting for a cleaning, it occurred to me that, after they are polished, the eggs glow just like rosary beads. That gave me an idea. Today, instead of moaning about the job in front of me, I decided to treat each egg as an opportunity to pray for the people I love.
Now, looking at the cartons full of glowing eggs, I am looking at cartons full of prayer. I suspect the praying polished me a little as well.