Reviewed by Larry

For those of you who know what it is like to grow up in a rural setting, or for those of you who have experienced it for the first time in Fresh Round Eggs, let me take this opportunity to thank the author of this quaint little piece nostalgia.

I remember the suffocating heat of a hay mow, the mice, the birds nests, the cats and their kittens. I remember the strong, wet tongues of cows, and the prodding hand-like lips of horses. The smell of the barn and running through grass up to my waste. It was great to be taken back.

I really liked this piece, but I wonder if the last line is really true. The farm I remember has changed greatly, too, over the years. It has been 20 years since there was a cow in the barn, or chickens in the coop, but I can still remember the thick sweetness of unseparated milk, and the warmth of a freshly layed egg. Can a change in the landscape, and a departure from the lifestyle we knew as children erase memories, tastes, smells? I am hoping not. From the descriptions in this piece, I think the author remembers it all too well.