I know that sounds ridiculous, but that's how I felt this morning when I opened the front door and found that 2 dozen eggs had quietly and mysteriously appeared in the cooler on the porch.
I met an elderly man at the farmer's market in the fall, and he'd called to say he had eggs for me! Each Wednesday, about 9:00, he'll leave 2 dozen for me on the porch. Wow!
They're fresh, beautiful, and reasonably priced. I'm thrilled :)