Bread and Love

I'm baking bread today and because I am, I'm thinking about the last baking I did, at my daughter Sarah's house, in that big kitchen with the big wooden counter, that scarred surface that has held the ingredients for meals and bread for over 100 years. History in the wood that, as I mixed and shaped, wafted up to me as images of generations of aproned women, making food for the ones they love,