I've been saving the shells from the green eggs that show up in our eggs from a local farm. The initial intention was to save the shells for use as pigment for egg tempera. Have not gotten that far; but, I have documented the consumption. I haven't been painting, just picking away at work here and there. Am so glad that I have at least documented my movements. My mother passed away on May 28th and within hours of the news found myself in the very hot, dusty basin of Phoenix. Gone a week, home for almost 2 months and have been losing a sense of time and doing. The gardens thrive, evidence of care and nurture. The eggs intimate the perfect vehicle for working through the silence that has entered my heart.