Awakening. Contemplations of breakfast and the day to come.
Decisions; inspiration from a british breakfast; realization that tomatoes are a must.
Brightly colored purple dresses are put on, mother slips quietly out the front door towards town...
We are blessed. (in so many ways...)
The town in which we live, walking distance to both the ferry boat that transports us to the vast city landscape, and to the bakeries, grocery stores, and various eating establishments, shops that create our city center is... charming. Particularly in the bright sunshine of a saturday morning when you are on a walk to one of your favorite bakeries, Blackbird, to acquire whole wheat oatmeal bread, still warm from the ovens... Bakeries and i have a long involved history of early mornings and clouds of flour.
They hold my admiration for all that they do on a daily basis. Magic in the making.
After the bakery, i headed up the hill to the farmers market. Smiles on almost every face that i passed said "Good morning" to me, and i in turn replied. i have found that nine times out of ten when i say hello or greet a passer by they return this attempt to connect, to open our hearts to another spirit. This is one of my favorite things about small towns, the willingness to open yourself to others. i sought out Butler Green Farms and their dazzling array of tomatoes... They truly took my breath away with their blatant spectacle of summer bounty. Several red green and yellow were chosen and joined the loaf of bread in my bag.
Onwards to the grocery store for milk and cream. Even our local grocery store charms me. Perhaps it is because of the fond memories of fourth of July pancake breakfasts in the parking lot, the gathering of community. Or maybe just the many years i have spent wandering its aisles being inspired by its well chosen selection of ingredients, it certainly seems to have the friendliest crew of employees that i have yet come across in a grocery store. Today was a mission for dairy and a moment, as always to ponder their gorgeous lilies and dahlias in the flower department before walking home.
In between phone conversations with beloved sisters in North Carolina, children running through the kitchen being tigers and attempts at doing the dishes, this was created...then devoured with smiles on our faces.
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