Stories rarely start out making sense. Life intervenes in the strangest ways and we are postponed or left with three points at the end of a sentence instead of one. What if... More often than not, these false starts, with patience and time, yield a better bloom.
These two lovelies and I had a somewhat crooked road to our meeting; we planned a couple of sessions outside while the weather was still temperate. But then life happened...and instead we ended up nearing Christmas inside one of the most beautiful spaces in Toronto with the aroma of freshly baked bread wafting in from the back kitchen. Rosy outcome indeed!