Write a four line poem about: snowbirds.
Had six loaves left at end of day today, and a lot of bits and pieces left of other stuff. Not bad, just another expected inconsistent day for this time of year.
Don't get me wrong, by the way. I don't miss the summer madness. I'm just very fond of selling everything that was baked each day.
Looking forward to attending my youngest niece's first birthday party tomorrow afternoon. Emersyn's actual birthday was on Thursday but tomorrow is the first day everyone is available to get together to celebrate it. Should be a good time.
A gentle reminder that,
Our winter is tropical