Today would have been, my little brother, Tudor's 49th birthday. He was, in essence, the catalyst for Flying Leap Farm. We spent so many late nights talking about his experience with the farmers markets in Seattle and Oregon. We tossed so many ideas around about what could we sell at a farmers market. We thought it would be the best of all possible worlds to make a living providing good food directly to people. When he died, I realized you can't let dreams wait. There won't always be time, and the time is never right. So thank you Tudor. I love you and miss you and every day I do a market I wish you were there and think how much you would have loved it.