Not what I will, but what You will. ~Mark 14:36 NKJV The aroma of horsehair overwhelmed me as I buried my face in Princess’ mane. I knew there wasn’t much time. Princess grasped my ponytail scrunchie with her muzzle, slid it off, and waved it triumphantly. If a horse could laugh, she did. This was a deliberate move to cheer me up. I would have joined her celebratory disposition, but I knew we only had days together. I was moving … Continue reading →
Mother kneaded the dough ball, rolled it into a snake, folded it over three times, worked it into a ball once more, and kneaded it again. This I knew—homemade bread that provided sustenance for our table was labor-intensive. A plethora of scents filled Mother’s kitchen. The woodsy odor of yeast tingled my senses as she measured a precisely leveled teaspoon into the center of the flour, then added the beachy aroma of salt, which she set aside. Apparently, yeast … Continue reading →
