Broken Truck, Rainy Morning

This morning, I woke at 5:30 for work and heard a storm outside. As I lay there, I wondered how we would get through this day with our tents without getting soaked. I mentally made a list of extra things to pack to stay warm and dry. I got up, took a shower, got dressed with extra layers on every surface of my person and went to make myself breakfast. Just as I was getting ready to leave for the park and ride, my phone rings. The truck has broken down on her way to pick me up. We will not be going to market today.

A bit of me was thrilled... but most of me was upset. This is the busiest market day of the year! The Sunday before Thanksgiving... everyone wants the basics we provide: Celery, onions, garlic, carrots, mushrooms, etc. They come in droves on this day each year for the staples that they will need for the celebratory meal.

The truck is broken though. Nothing much to be done. I am home, and the more I watch the storm outside the happier I am to be here. It is raging and I am glad to not be in it... as nice as it would have been to have this day at market. Each gust of the wind makes me grateful for this warm room in which I sit... fire blazing and felt in my hands.

Alex is making pancakes with maple syrup and I am working on Christmas tree ornaments for our nature tree theme this year. The pressed leaves are hung in the windows and a fire is going. The storm outside can stay there. This mama is staying home today.