There is a softness to early mornings in the countryside as I look out the window before leaving for work at 2am. I stand watching deer slowly crossing my land. Tonight, it seems they are the same two I have seen since Thanksgiving – a buck and his doe. This morning we have orders for fifteen cran-apple pies, and twelve last-minute party trays of chocolate pecan fudge and iced brownies plus cookies to be ready in plenty of time for noon pick-up. I’ll be through with my tasks at the bakery by 8am and driving home to sleep. As I drive to work, I pass sleeping sheep farms rolling out before me in this white silk countryside amid a gathering of stars that only sleep once the pies have cooled.