October has been a historically hard month for my extended family. Over the years, this month has been marked with tragedy. As I sit and crotchet (in my "new" rocker), thinking of old and young family members who have gone to be the Lord this month, I am comforted by the smell of a fresh loaf of bread baking. Why is the smell so therapeutic?
Yesterday I found an old rocker at the thrift store and couldn't resist buying it!
Rocking and crocheting with the smell and anticipation of fresh bread. This is the life!