I didn't get to make scones last night, as I had planned. Maybe tonight. We went to the summer carnival at our church instead - it was lots of fun, but I came back soooo tired.
A friend of mine pointed me to a poem called Graduation Speech, by Charles W. Pratt. I had to read it two or three times through. It's got good pictures - mixing bread dough early in the morning, letting it rise under cover, punching, shaping, proofing in the pan. That's one of the things I enjoy about bread - watching it, smelling it, waiting for it. And then, when it's ready for me, and I'm ready for it, the first taste - a little piece of heaven in itself.
So that's my thought for today, such as it is. I'll try and make the scones tonight. God speed, and remember: All sorrows are less with bread.
A friend of mine pointed me to a poem called Graduation Speech, by Charles W. Pratt. I had to read it two or three times through. It's got good pictures - mixing bread dough early in the morning, letting it rise under cover, punching, shaping, proofing in the pan. That's one of the things I enjoy about bread - watching it, smelling it, waiting for it. And then, when it's ready for me, and I'm ready for it, the first taste - a little piece of heaven in itself.
So that's my thought for today, such as it is. I'll try and make the scones tonight. God speed, and remember: All sorrows are less with bread.
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