Happy Mid-point Monday! We're halfway through A to Z, and I'm having a lot of fun visiting new blogs and old favorites. Everyone is doing such a creative job working through the alphabet. I'm impressed, as usual.
Coincidentally, Monday is also milk day for my family.
When I was a girl, we had milk delivered to our house in the wee hours of the morning. My sister, who is two years older, considered being awake for the milkman a triumph of childhood. Kind of like catching Santa Claus in the act. So of course she would wake me up to share in her moment of pre-dawn glory. All I can remember is the sound of his boots on the porch (very Santa Claus-like, as a matter of fact) and trying to focus my bleary eyes out our bedroom window for a fleeting glimpse of his green truck. It has become a fond memory, which we still laugh about.
These days, I get milk delivered from a different local dairy, whose name, Morning Fresh, also conveniently starts with M. They've been in business since 1894, grow their own alfalfa for feed, and make sure their cows are happy and healthy.
Our delivery happens in the afternoon, which is much less magical and mysterious, but it made it a whole lot easier for me to snap a photo of the milk truck in front of my house.
Moo, everyone. I hope your third week of A to Z is off to a magnificent start!