First stop this morning is the St Lawrence farmer’s market. Alas, Uncle Jorge is away this week. Fortunately there is an organic produce store downstairs in the south market… Then to Church street to pick up some meats and cheese, and finally to Kensington market for dry beans. A coffee…
In nostalgic moments, reflections are of long past experiences. Daily reflections are closer in time, a day, a week, a month… The ‘same’ experience reflected on at different times, can open understanding, and / or make it quite confuzzling. The reflection on a mirror on the street would stand out…
Returning from the market this morning, a small sparrow sat on the ledge of the kitchen windows. I was reminded of why I started putting seeds out. Not for the squirrels…but for the birds…