Buon Dia!

Orion is hiding behind this very bright moon.

Orion is hiding behind this very bright moon. It looks like a pinprick of light in this picture, but this moon lit up my bedroom last night.

Biscuit tree’d something at about 4am, and so began my day.  The moon was very bright, the creatures were restless, me too.

I snapped a picture of the moon at about 5:30, and another about 10 minutes later.

The same moon, same sky, about 10 minutes later.

The same moon, same sky, about 10 minutes later.

 

And there’s the proof – time flies. The sun is like our taskmaster – get up, get up! Things to do! I remember how The Duke used to like to say, “We’re burnin’ daylight!” How true!

So, as soon as I got my head on, I realized this was a good opportunity to get the bread done early. Nothing says “Hello There!” like a festering pot of dough.

You'll have to take my word for it when I tell you, this smells so good, like a fresh loaf of bread.

You’ll have to take my word for it when I tell you, this smells so good, like a fresh loaf of bread.

The starter is already excited this time of year, cause the kitchen is already warm. Add yeast, warm water and more flour, and you get a happy little mound.

A new beginning.

A new beginning.

 

And now I can have my smoothie and sit down to read the paper for an hour while that sits in a pot getting even bigger.

A piece of frozen banana, a frozen peach from our trees, one of my husband's weird little melons, and a nectarine I got pretty cheap at Safeway - Buon giorno!

A piece of frozen banana, a frozen peach from our trees, one of my husband’s weird little melons, and a nectarine I got pretty cheap at Safeway – Buon Dia!

 

Look how excited that dough gets in the pot.

Get back Loretto!

Get back Loretto!

 

Time to turn on the oven, while there’s still a cool breeze blowing in the windows. I already forgot what I read in the newspaper, same old hard scrabble, lots of phony promises – the more things Change!, the more they stay the same.  Meet the new boss, and all that.

Every loaf is like another day - somehow different, but somehow the same.

Every loaf is like another day – somehow the same, but somehow, very different.

 

Well, off and running.

 

 

 

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