Wind Joy

The wind was so strong my hood blew back and I grabbed for my hat. We squinted, pushing forward down the spit. At the point I climbed up on a knot of driftwood, into the white cap spray, into the wild air, into the clear, blue sky. The wind blew me down. I climbed up again and the wind knocked me back to earth. Up and down, up and down, laughing with joy.

When we turned back towards home, we flew.

​Sophie
Owner | Baker

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We will NOT BE AT MARKET today.

Order Mountain Rye, Red & White, or Baker's Choice  (this week it's a Finnish-inspired Black Bread!) online for Wednesday pickup.
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See you at the market next Saturday.

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