Count your Blessings, Count them One by One

when i was a youngun' i grew up around the Baptist church. my grandma and grandpa and mom were church goers and even though i myself do not attend any organized church as an adult, the song that relates to the title of this blog still rings in my head on a regular basis. the truth is: i am so dang blessed that sometimes i find myself with tears running down my face and grinning like an idiot. every single day there is so much to be grateful for. too many for one little blog. but here is the one i'll share today: rick's eggs.
i am blessed to live close enough to a nice fellow who raises chickens and is generous enough to sell them to me for my cookies. and every other week or so i go over to his place, open the gate, and proceed to help myself to eggs, leaving money in the coffee can and cooing over my riches. the eggs are amazing - all shades of blue and green, creamy white and brown. and the yolks are so yellow that the color of some of my cookies has actually shifted to an orangish shade. but that's just the egg part of the blessing. the other part is just the pleasure of being on Rick's property. i am greeted by any number of goats who will literally climb into my lap if i sit on the ground. and then of course the chickens themselves and the dogs and the feeling of trust and connection that comes with this exchange of money (and sometimes cookies) and eggs and love from the critters. my cup overfloweth.