There is a rhythm, a routine, to caring for the farm animals—feeding, watering, collecting eggs. These tasks feel both simple and special, a daily ritual that connects us to nature, tradition, and the animals that provide for us.
The other day, when the rain stopped and the storm clouds began to clear, Jace seized the opportunity and ran out into the cool, crisp air. The grass was wet beneath his feet as he darted towards the chicken coop, the hens clucking their hellos as he approached.
I stood watching in awe, amazed by the absolute wonder of childhood—the pure joy in his movements and the deep connection he shared with the chickens. Even the barn cats ran out to greet him, joining in on the moment.
There is something deeply satisfying about this—being connected to the land, the animals, and the food that would soon grace the family’s breakfast table. Jace understood that these eggs weren’t just an ingredient; they were a symbol of patience, care, and the simple beauty of farm life.
Collecting eggs isn’t just a chore; it’s a reminder of life’s small, precious gifts.
