just over the hill from Avalanche. Back in the day, there was a footpath over the ridge. I'm too chicken to drive up or down Vance Hill if there is a hint of frost. It's that steep and slippery. There is also a ravine. To avoid that hill is a 6 mile trip around it. But, today it is Spring, and I confidently take the short road. There is a new bluebird nesting box attached to the Vance Hill road sign.
The duck eggs are so good, that I don't want anyone else to know about them. I try to be discreet, but everyone must know how much I crave them. Their rich cadmium yellow yolks are as big as ping pong balls. I scored a dozen. But, if I were you, I wouldn't bother to try them. They're hard to come by, and you will be frustrated. Did I say that they are wonderful for baking? We don't wash the duck bedding off them until we're ready to crack them.
Then there was some weaving, and taking pictures of some weaving. The sun hasn't shown for days, and the weather is very, very damp. The midsummer bonfire stack is soggy in the hayfield. I am invited to a ladies-only sauna party tonight. The invitation said, Wear your birthday suit, your swimming suit, your toga, or anything else you are comfortable getting hot in. There is a just melted pond to jump in to after the sauna. I'm looking forward to it! I decided to pick a pail of watercress for the women, in case they don't have a spring full of it. And tomorrow morning, duck eggs fried in butter, and a water cress salad! Who would want to eat that?