While mowing the knee high grass in her back yard (I know I thought she was a he yesterday.  I was mistaken.) she came upon a surprisingly large hole in the earth.  The hole was a nest of sorts and inside was a collection of odd, rather lumpy looking eggs.  Against her better judgement she reached down and tentatively touched one.  She immediately recognized the eggs as her own, somehow left untended and long forgotten.  She knelt in the wet green, buckled by the wash of sadness and relief.  It explained that small, sharp, longing she’d harbored in her heart for some time now.