From books to a bakery.

When I was a little girl, I spent nearly all of my time buried deep within the pages of books.  I stole through Mr. McGregor's garden with Peter Rabbit and Benjamin Bunny, I rode in a covered wagon across the prairie with Laura Ingalls, found family while burying in the dirt with Mary Lennox, took a stand in the Revolutionary War with Felicity Merriman and spent nearly equal time wandering the heathered moors with Catherine Earnshaw as I did knitting in front of the fire with the March family.  In books I found myself, and set forward a life long quest to recreate that simplicity I craved.

Which honestly, has proven to be more difficult than I ever imagined.

We have always set out to raise dreamers.  Of course they have to be hard workers, and learn how to bounce back from failure.  We never wanted to create the illusion that everything would be perfect, or that things would be handed to them, because dreaming without realism doesn't help anyone.  We wanted our kids to be unfailingly kind.  To slow down when it seemed like the world insisted they speed up.  To appreciate what they had, to feed themselves with simple, homemade food when possible (but to be flexible when life demanded.)

Basically, we wanted them to have both roots and wings.

Which brings me to where we are.  We wanted our roots to be in the past, in simplicity and family.  Togetherness.  Yes to hard work with our own hands, but we wanted our values to be clear as we could make them.  We value each and every member of our community, no matter where they came from, no matter their orientation, religion.  We believe that we are stronger together, and that we all can do our part.

And for us, in this moment, we believe that bringing good food to your tables is a way to strengthen bonds of love, friendship and community.