It’s Thursday, a quiet morning baking bread, making tofu, packing eggs, and heading out to deliver them. Late November and it feels like a spring day. The warm, mild sun makes me believe that we just had the briefest winter on record and this is the first day of spring.
On the way to Mount Vernon I have to stop to enjoy a flock of swans having breakfast in a field. Swans are a good reason not to rush. Around here you have to allow extra time when going places as you often have to stop to enjoy the beauty of it all.