I opened up some windows on Monday. The winds that were ushering in the cold front also blew in a great deal of pollen. I sneezed about twenty times in a row before I thought to close the windows again. At least all the rain and snow
settled the pollen for a bit.
Spring means spring cleaning. I emptied out my closet and gave it a scrub.
I did some purging, although not enough. Anyway, a trip to the Salvation Army is in my future.
We did some baking this past weekend. My loaf of bread is on the left and my son's loaf of bread is on the right. I follow a recipe and he throws ingredients together from memory. I bake bread once or twice in any given year. He bakes a loaf of bread every Sunday, the way some people go to church.
Drat! I can no longer blame my oven. Practice effect? My mother made beautiful bread, but if the skill is genetic it's the type that skips a generation.