In the dawn’s early light only those blessed with Jet Lag have the chance to enjoy the morning in its most pristine state. The early spring means that young robin nestlings are already learning to fly and the air is alive with birdsong.
A couple new squirrels have climbed down a tree to inspect their first human of the day.
The Elven Saint Otto is at his post as the neighbourhood's patron saint of garages.
And the dew is still upon the flower gardens of the better front yards.
Later, much later, it is time to go to market. Near the east end of London Ontario is a new business known as “Trail’s End”. Here, so many years ago a small farmer’s market was started – which is now still growing. It is a place where local farmer’s bring their produce to compete with produce brought from other places. Here there is everything from fine Mennonite crafted furniture, to ducks, to genuine French Fries . . .
And a great selection of butcheries . . . including Pork.
And then its time for breakfast at a genuine small town cafe . . .
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