Sorry that posting has been so spotty the last few months. We’ve been in the middle of a move. It’s not a typical move either. We moved from our house located in a city of 120,000 people. Now we live outside a town of 9,000. It used to be that a grocery store was in walking distance. Now the grocery store is a 15 minute car drive away. Here there’s no traffic noise, just the sound of birds and wind moving through the pine trees.
We’re unpacking, figuring out where everything is and where to put things in the new house. It seems never ending. But yesterday we passed a milestone. Yesterday, for the first tine, I made bread in the new house. As the scent of baking bread filled the air, the new house felt like home.