Today, we have a carton of fresh eggs in answer to the prompt. While I fully realize you wouldn’t encounter them like this on a nature hike, I’m just missing painting bits of everyday ordinary life. If you did happen upon these on a nature walk, well then that would have to be one well-organized hen. This evening, while I was quickly doodling this one, Philippe was watching a show in French about baby animals. While my French is still too poor to understand much of it, I kept getting distracted by all the shots of cute puppies and kittens. The little puppies in particular made me really want one. They were white and looked like tiny squinting polar bears and I was immediately in love with them. It would be amazing to raise a little pup from birth. But our own dog, Phineas, has a strict “no pets” policy and prefers being an only child, so that will have to be a dream realized sometime in the future. Also, a puppy is a lot of work, and we probably don’t have the time for that right now, so it’s just going on the bucket list instead. For the moment, I’ll have to suffice with watching them vicariously on French programs I can’t fully understand yet.
As for fresh eggs, I still remember those being collected by my grandmother on her farm. They came in a variety of different shades and colors, but most were a light brown with a bit of pinkish hue. Philippe was suspicious of the ultra-white eggs that dominate the stores here and are also the ones I grew up with most. While some hens lay white eggs and others brown, there has been a bit of bleaching in America that makes some eggs just a bit too white. A tad concerning considering how porous eggs can be, so Philippe’s fears are likely justified. But white eggs are a must if you intend to color eggs for Easter, so the whiter the better became the norm. For that, I certainly get it as having a nice white palette is a wonderful thing indeed. But when it comes to eating, we just go with farm fresh brown to avoid any doubt. I still remember when my grandmother collected them and came back with a basket full of treasures. I honestly didn’t want to eat them because I thought they contained babies.
It was years later I realized that hens lay eggs no matter what, and don’t require a rooster. This was a bit more comforting to be sure. But, still today I will tend to prefer fruits and vegetables first and foremost. Yet eggs are nearly always require for fabulous desserts, so I’m back in for those. It’s a strange thing indeed to think that life could actually form from something so fragile. And amazing at the same time. There are so many mysteries in the world that scientists are still discovering each and every day. The earth is positively brimming with mystery, just waiting to be explored. I think this is a thrilling thought and it makes life far more interesting. It would a bore to think we’ve discovered everything there is. There’s a comfort in knowing that there’s more we simply don’t know yet. It seems to be a human quest to uncover and reveal all that we can, but sometimes, the thrill lies simply in the unknowing. I’m happy to learn new things each and every day. For me, it feels like being truly alive. And the miracles of nature are constantly revealing themselves, as we humans catch up a bit and continue to discover fresh eggs.
About the Doodlewash
Da Vinci Paint Co.: Yellow Ochre, Opus (Vivid Pink), Terra Cotta, and Cobalt Blue. Lamy Al-Star Safari Fountain Pen with sepia ink in an A5 Hahnemühle Watercolour Book.