Knock Knock

Yesterday morning was a busy start to a long day. We have a special event coming up in a few weeks (more about that later) and are chipping away at the to do list in preparation. I decided to get some baking out of the way seeing as my best friend was also out of the way on his early morning bike ride. It's 7:00 am, I'm up to my elbows in cupcake batter, the kitchen is dusty with flour and iTunes is cranking out the Wood Brothers on my laptop. There's a knock at the door, I shout out "Come on in" (wondering who on earth is here at this time of day). My neighbor Ruth walks in, she has a mixing bowl in her arms and is stirring away at the contents. "Debbie (I'll have you know there are very few I let call me that and most of them are into their 8th decade), do you have any cinnamon? I'm making a pie with the drops from that tree across the street and I need a teaspoon of cinnamon". I answer with a "Good morning, Ruth" and sprinkle a teaspoon of cinnamon onto her apples in the bowl. She walks back out the door uttering, "I'm glad you get up early".