The business is now closed and the new management appear to be doing well as a cafe, just before you hit Bunbury. I can’t seem to bring myself to visit because the previous shop was one I loved to visit. It was almost like a big shed with home made produce, local fruit and vegetables and a great place to stop and chat to the staff, usually, older women, they always had a story to share. I loved buying a particular brand of spicy tomato sauce here that was made by some local woman. A few years ago when I stopped, to my dismay I found it was their last week. I was devastated. With two new service stations before this stop, the business was suffering. The elderly owner had passed away and his wife was trying to keep the business going. I wondered what would happen to those older women who always had time to chat.
The business included an emu farm and they were selling the last of the emu eggs. I bought six and they sit on a side cabinet until Easter morning, then they are the centre piece on my dining table. They remind me of the shop and it’s a lovely, warm memory. I loved doing the Easter egg thing with my kids when they were younger but now they are health conscious young adults and don’t eat a lot of processed foods. So it’s only emu eggs now.
Eggs represent new life. New beginnings. A symbol of celebration. See an egg shell in the bush and it makes one curious. (Also wary! Snakes!).
This year Easter brings new meaning. I am renewed and on a new journey. I have been caring for my well being. I feel good! I feel I have something to offer someone else, other than in my professional life. The shell has broken. I’m ready to emerge. Faltering, for sure, but on my feet and taking steps in the right direction. Isn’t that eggscellent! (Sorry, couldn’t resist!).
Until next time
As always
a dawn bird
- In response to RDP – Saturday: egg
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