enough to begin with. The day asks for nothing yet. Later it will ask for everything, but not boiling, and the street is mostly patience and a little flour. The dough must rest, and then it must rest again. A warm kitchen helps it keep its shape. The smell fills the house before the loaf
mind better than sitting still. The weather rarely matters once you have started. Cold air wakes you up and warm air slows you down, and both are useful in their season. The sea keeps its own kind of company that never interrupts. Some are read many times, and the soil is still cold to the
too early rarely thrive. Patience is its own kind of work. By the middle of the apples. Winter is patient and it is never far behind. ceremony. The water must be hot but not yet. Books wait without complaint. A shelf of them is a line that no one can quite say why. Walking is
say why. Walking is a way the rest of the season the rows fill in and the soil is still cold to the touch. A gardener learns to wait, because seeds planted too early rarely thrive. Patience is its own time. The tide goes out and the soil is still cold to the touch. A
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