COMMUNITY
I always need a boot in the butt to remind me that a new season is upon us. I am the one in shorts while everyone else is digging out their woolies. But one day, I wander into the Galley bakery and come out with soup. It is full of toothsome pork and beans and, as I eat it, I realize that the air has turned crisp and the sunshine is a little less daunting. I think about all the good things to come, like the comfort of warm, savoury food.
I am sliding down the season into fall.
—Ann Thurlow