Rosey Sunset

Good Evenin'

Tarred! The headache went away last night, but stomach is still on the blink. Didn't do too much today; mostly a little paper work, feedin' and firewood. All that wind we got, past few days, sure brought in the cold air.

Anyway, quiet day, and time for a little more reflection; beautiful longin' just to go deeper, really understand and appreciate life and all the gifts it holds.

I remember a nice old story about two young girls, growin' up with their grandmother down on the bayou. One was real pretty, the other more plain. The grandmother really spoiled the prettier one, even though the other was a hard worker and always did more than her share.

One day the plainer child was out lookin' for berries in the forest when she heard a cry, not faar from where she stood. The young girl ran to help and found an old woman who had fallin' in a small bog. She helped her out and helped her home, but when the old woman was settled and well, confessed she better return to her chores. The old woman, so pleased with her help, told her to look in the basket, propped in the corner and take some eggs before she left. The young girl declined any sort of reward, but the old woman persisted and the young girl relented. When she looked in the basket, to her great surprise, among the eggs, were some, covered with jewels. Stunned she turned and look at the old woman.

"Yes", she said, "they are beautiful, but I'll tell you a secret; take only the ones that talk to you, and you'll never be disappointed". The young girl modest and trusting, looked back at the eggs and tipped her head to listen. To her surprise, she could hear the plain eggs talking; ever so sweet and gentle. She gathered a few, thanked the old woman and hurried on back to her house.

Her grandmother greeted her at the door with a frown, asking if she knew the hour, but softened a bit when she saw the eggs and took them to the sink to wash. "Eggs tonight, to go with our soup", as she cracked the first in a bowl. But, to her great surprise, when she cracked the egg, diamonds and rubies came out. The grandmother was thrilled and jumped about, before cracking the others with the same result.

The pretty sister who'd been watching the fuss, became very jealous and demanded that her sister tell her where she got the eggs and once told, ran out the door and all the way to the old woman's house. She barged right in and demanded some eggs for herself. The old woman, with a knowing look, motioned to the basket in the corner. The pretty young girl, looked in the basket, saw the ones that were jewel encrusted, grabbed as many as she could hold and left without a word.

She ran home to show her grandmother and reclaim her privileged position, but when her grand mother cracked the eggs, they were only full of bugs; the jewels on the surface, only made of paste.

Always remember that story, when it comes to gifts, 'cause there's a million for sure, but I never wanta forget to listen, for the ones that speak to me.

Have a nice night!

Best, Always
jeune