Early morning I carry a cooler full of eggs out to the road-stand. The dogs anxiously run ahead of me; they love hanging out under the tent. The first frost of the season clings to the grass glistening like a million diamonds in the sunlight.
It is quiet and still all around, the only sound is the chirping of birds, and crowing roosters; Bert and Stanley singing their morning song. I can hear cattle in the distance mooing. A perfect morning in the country.
The smell of bacon cooking is in the air and I hurry to set up the stand for the day. I know Mr. Cottage has a yummy breakfast waiting for me.
In recent weeks I painted signs, sewed bunting from fabric scraps to decorate the stand. I made tags from index cards and a rubber stamp. I used the fabric trimming from the bunting to tie tags on the cartons, and I filled cartons with our lovely eggs.
It has been a week since I opened my little road side stand. I’ve had a few sales here and there, nothing to set the world on fire but enough to buy a few bags of feed. The honor system is working and I am pleased.
Mostly I’m just happy that I did this. It may seem silly in our rural area to think there may be much interest, but I’ll never know if I don’t try.
The journey awakens the soul