Perfect coffee, on the bathroom's brick floor, still in my pajamas, fast approaching 9 am. I meant to be in the shower by now. But it's warm in here. And the coffee. And the need to internet. And and and.

Yesterday I spent four hours in the car, driving deep into the Northern GTA. For jars. It was epic. It felt dirty. I'm happy to be back. In the country. (What a strange thing to mean.)

Today I get to drive to a little village to buy organic apples and cider from a fellow small farmer. Then we'll sell them at our little shop, and tell people stories about their origin, and their farmer. Its a romantic little circle.

I'm hoping that the little village (which I know is reasonably near by, but I've yet to google) is in the same direction as the best little pizza shop. I want to bring the farm home lunch. The "farm" that leaves in a week and a half. How surreal is that? A big autumnal party on Monday for them. Followed by camping or cottaging, up North a bit. A proper send off to the folks we've spent most hours with since early Spring. Ah.

And, lastly, I get to scheme about a new endeavor, with one of our wwoofers who wants to intern next year. And who can bake. Well. That makes two of us. And if there's one thing this town needs, it's good baking. Oh?

Okay. Shower. And moving forward with the day. The coffee is drained. (I must make more, post shower.) Mmm. Good morning!