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Haliburton, Ontario
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We are located just 8km south of Haliburton off of Gelert Road (That's only a ten minute drive from downtown!) or follow the Rail Trail.
Here at The Little Tart all of our baked goods are created from scratch and made by hand fresh daily the way home baking should be.
We take pride in everything we do from our baking to our friendly and courteous customer service. All of our recipes are tried and retried until they are our absolute best.
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Sunday, September 3, 2017

Weather the Weather

So we woke up this morning to this damp, drizzling mess. While Bill took a short coffee break, I decided to find out what the blazes is going on.

I found Summer's place pretty much the way I found it last time, the grass a tangled mangled mess of weeds, dirt stained windows, nobody home and a notice to evict.

I went to find Mother Nature and she told me Summer is in rehab. Apparently there was an intervention. Spring and Autumn were there but Winter turned a cold shoulder and didn't show. Everyone took turns expressing how Summer's self medicating was having an effect on them and then Mother Nature read a letter explaining how Summer's behaviour was having a negative effect on 'everyone'.

So I went to visit Summer who looked much better than the last time. It turns out last year Summer burned itself out and now suffers from performance anxiety. "According to my therapist, I self medicated as a coping mechanism and I have learned to redirect my internal turmoil and turn it into positive energy."

"That's fantastic!" I said. "So, when can we expect to see the new you in action?"

"I'm not sure," Summer said. "It's, like, baby steps, you know. I think I need to do me for a while."

"Sure," I said. "You should go do yourself." And I walked out.

I didn't have much time, we still had cookies and macaroons to bake, but I wanted to know who was running this sh@t show.

I found Autumn, feet up, snoozing in a recliner, an old episode of "Northern Exposure" playing on the television.

"Hey!" I shouted. "What gives?"

"I still have a couple of weeks holiday," he mumbled. "My apprentice is taking care of things until the last day of Summer's season."

"So where is this apprentice?" I asked.

"Staying in Mother Nature's basement."

Oh great, a millennial.

I mean, for real. This seasonal wannabe was only about a thousand years old (give or take a century), slouched on a sofa bed, vaping and sporting a man bun.

"Excuse me," I said. "I realize you have a busy schedule to maintain given your current seasonal responsibilies."

I was met by a vacant stare (you know the one), and complete disinterest in my sarcasm. Instead I was lectured on the importance of a work to life ratio that I in quickly disregarded.

"Look, I said, you need to get your act together. What's with the single digit mornings and seriously, no one appreciates the graffiti on the trees."

"Uh, that's not graffiti," Autumn's apprentice groaned and then he opened his wind hole and this came out; "That's your problem, dude, you just don't understood anything about conceptual art because if you did you would see the tree as a metaphor and -"

I interrupted, expressing myself with a simple hand gesture; the concept being a tree standing alone in a field adding; "Insert metaphor where the sun doesn't shine."

And there you have it folks. As much as it burns my butter tart to say this; it looks like we'll just have to weather the weather whether we like it or not.

(I heard that.)

Enjoy your day!

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