Oh, the egg

Well, it is perfect, isn't it: an object symbolizing the possibility of both being and becoming simultaneously. A protected little universe, needing nothing more than what is contained within, yet alive with a promise for transformation. The end of winter makes us all feel like eggs. With hardened shells protecting us from the cold and the dark, we can't help but feel like we've been incubating our imaginations for months now. It will feel good to crack open and peel away the layers. We are ready for change and more than ready to inspire you with our dreams for spring. In fact, we have been transforming the store over the course of the last few weeks.  It is really coming to life.

We do have fresh eggs, by the way. Suzie and Michael Culp of Culp Farm are featuring their free range, organic eggs at the Barn Swallow. These gems are mighty tasty, (perfect yolks), and come in a variety of sizes and even colors. Suggested donation is $4 per dozen.

We carry all sorts of eggs at the Barn: Quartz eggs that glow, especially near candlelight, robin’s egg soaps with a scent we could inhale every day for the rest of our lives, and as you will see here, sculptures of eggs in nests and driftwood made by Mary Ann Burk. These works are really extraordinary. A little haunting, even. They look like fossilized eggs or even like the bones and echoes of eggs from some ancient memory. Brita Lineberger just brought us some beautiful note-cards: prints of her latest water- colors capturing, (you guessed it), eggs. They are just so lovely.

The bulbs in the garden are beginning to pop out a little.

Being an egg.  Being a bulb.  Becoming a bird.  Becoming a bloom. At long last something new.