661. memory of my grandmother

your little blue world
shed…now your learning to fly
ants come marchin’ in  🦊❤️
 
Shed bird eggs always catch my attention. Today all the ants around the shell also caught my attention. Although you can’t see them they really were there before I scared them away by touching the shell. They were in the broken shell feasting on the  remnants of the liquids once in the shell. It reminded me of my grandmother carefully and lovingly using her finger to scrape every single drop of egg out the shell as she baked. Such a wonderful memory. 🦊❤️