Hoard, Keep: Eggshells

I will tell you that I save these for my garden. Dry out, break down, scatter. But I will also tell you, dear reader, that the garden may once have been an excuse. One might say that I started saving eggshells before I started planting seeds. It would be hyperbole. But it would not be far from the truth.

Even here, where it is difficult to keep piles of anything, I keep eggshells. Holding the compact bundles in my hand, spilling their perfect contents into a hot pan of good butter, I wonder at how strong they are, how porous. How smooth, speckled, true. I cannot bear to part with perfect membrane, protein shards. With casing so close to flight.

So we rinse and dry out.
We break down,
scatter.

{Photo, me}