A Monday morning of sleeping in, after an enormously busy weekend. An event with a booth next to a good friend; an entire day spent chatting, smiling, snacking. Spent meeting neigbours. Introducing strangers to the greatness that is scapes. Trying not to buy 16 ice cream cones from the organic dairy set up next to us. In love with the age demographic of so very many of the participants. It makes me proud of so much of this generation in this cute little town of ours.

Rain and birthday beers. Home just in time to collapse. Sunday spent.

Some work to do today, in order to visit said friend again to sell our jars at her pick up. Then four more days and we hop on a plane for a brief trip to FL for friends and a memorial for one of the most stunning men I've ever had the good fortune to meet. I wish it wasn't busy season, and that it wasn't to be so very hello&goodbye, but I am happy for it nonetheless.

Which reminds me, I have to figure out how to get to Buffalo from a weird place, at a weird hour. Learn about Philly for our layover. Pay my ticket. And get my camera sent to FL for me.

And enjoy this super creamy chai, and the cinnamon roll I had forgotten I'd made on Friday. Happy breakfast!