"The smell of good bread baking, like the sound of lightly flowing water,
is indescribable in its evocation of innocence and delight."
When I was 12, my parents sold the home we had lived in for 10 years. My mother claims that it sold to the people who came by the day she had baked buns. The yeasty, warm scent of fresh bread was too much to resist.
Baking bread brings a satisfaction similar to that of making soup or completing a needlework or art project. All the ingredients are brought together and given time to meld, with the result being something that nourishes not only the body, but the soul. I do love baking, and eating bread, although I eat much less of it than I used to.
Linking to Thursday Inspiration, hosted by Mary of the Little Red House.