These few months of summer, when Matt's farmers markets and the garden and life in general are in full swing... they speed by. I treasure the early morning when the light is blue and the city is quiet, and the late evening when it's just the dusk-singing insects and me. In between is a blur.
On baking mornings I stump down the stairs to the bakery in my nightgown to visit the baker. He says things are going well, or things are not turning out so good. There is accounting to be done: for the temperature, the humidity, the variation in batches of flour from the small mill where he buys his flour. The other day, the sunrise aligned with the stars, and we had a happy baker and good light for pictures. And afterward, garlicky eggs with toast.
4 comments:
I love your posts...I feel like I am right there smelling the baking bread.
Such beautiful breads! You are so-o-o lucky, girl!
I'm glad the baker had a good morning for baking and you had a good one for photography. Little memories are the best ones. I love the early mornings too. It's so cool then. You can smell each plant when you both take a deep breath and get ready for the day.
Thank you, all. I too love walking past the garden in the morning, and smelling it all as I go - the dill, the tomatoes, the chamomile, etc.
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