L, the egg lady, can be reached two ways from the RifeSnider house. The indirect route includes a dirt road, red wagon, and a small child who refuses to walk. It weaves by a cemetary whose graves are marked by old stones and fake flowers, bearing names of families that no longer live on the mountain. It passes by the road up into the mountain, and cuts off before the Fondation--a place of mystery that I have yet to find time to visit. The direct way is straight back through the property, over a barbed wire fence, through random weeds and scrubby grass directly to her door.
We arrive and find the eggs on in the mudroom. There is a small sheet to write notes, and two dozen eggs in mix matched cartons.
Saturday, August 30, 2008
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