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We started the day with a cafe.

My brother’s favourite local spot is just ’round the corner.  Boasting fresh-baked treats, and serving up one of the best cafe au lait’s I’ve had in recent memory.  The place is named, ‘Grumpy’s’, which has to have more to do with how you feel before you get there than how you feel afterwards.

My brother and I take our coffee’s to go, parking ourselves on the bench out front.  It’s too nice a day to stay indoors.  And, besides, there’s a world going by out there.

Leisurely strollers, more ambitious joggers, a family getting ready for a day-trip. And, a street-man, sitting on the bench near ours, talking to himself. It was a lively conversation. He was in good humour, or so it seemed.

When we’d sipped and savoured the last drop of our coffees, we began our multi-block trek to the farmer’s market.  The sun was out and heating up the morning.  No hustle or bustle on the city streets this weekend day.  Time to take it easy.  Time for moving at a lazy pace.  The journey being its own reward, as they say.

The end has its own rewards, too – the farmer’s market was spectacular!   Brimming with life.

Colourful.  Fragrant.  Unending goodness, stall after stall after stall.

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These are the many shades of joy, on this September Day!

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