Sometimes stitches just don’t want to cooperate. Yes, I know I may be anthropomorphizing, but this particular one – Trinity – keeps making an extra stitch appear. From where??
Having to buy eggs has served as a harsh reminder of why we got chickens in the first place. And buying pastured eggs from the store just felt wrong. We miss our own flock’s eggs, so it’s time to begin again. Call it v2.0.