From Where I Sit.

There's a toddler happily rearranging her kitchen, fill bin up, bring to living room, dump out, repeat.

There's a Puppa mastering the latte machine, almost out of beans, where's the vinegar, hummmm.

Sunlight on the stove.

My sweater shielding the brewing beer.

Costumes at the ready.

Plenty, oh plenty to tidy up in the house (always it seems).

A huge catering gig to prepare for, roast beef open-face sandwiches, squash tarts, pickle platter, cheese platter, apple sweet.

Cats leaping across gates.

No snow on the ground in Eastport.