It is that time of year. Warm days, nights below freezing. And each sunny day in the forties I feel that maple sap running up the tree. And each afternoon as I pick eggs and later when I shut the chicken coops for the night I look up to the stars and remember. As a child near my birthday in March we would visit my grandparents and they made …
Today as I make bread I remember… Ken could surprise me easily. I am often trusting and naive. One year Ken asked me to help him move some lumber from one of the many lumber piles. He told me he was pulling some maple for a project. It never occurred to me the project was for me. That year in the late fall Ken kept teasing me I had helped him move my …
Yesterday I got to spend some time with a gorgeous, happy baby. I thought of Ken. Ken, as the second of seven children, had lots of baby experience. I, as the second of two with two younger cousins across the country, did not. People would start to hand me babies – after all I am a woman. And I would quickly say, “Hand that baby to Ken. I come in once they …
