Its a cloudy drizzly day. The first cold front of the season is creeping in and I am excited for the change in the weather.
I love all of the changes that come with the season…I love that it gets darker earlier and the temperatures are colder. I love the sweet smell of things cooking in the oven and the warm glow of a fire.
Today, the sweet smell from the oven is fresh baked bread. I am surrounded by the auroma of french roast coffee. People are busy ordering pastries for Holiday parties and patiently waiting for there coffee to be freshly pressed.
I watch the owner of the newly opened French Bakery interact with her guests. And it occurs to me…