That’s a beautiful word.  I just got finished, at 2am, baking the socks off myself.  Yeah.uh.  Husband came out, wondering what I was doing.  Something about letting the boys stay up to watch a good ol’Western while I bake sounded homey.  Now tomorrow, I “welcome” .  I will walk across the street and welcome the neighbors.  With bread.  Sesame seed and Poppy seed bread.  Who would not want to welcome a Saturday with homemade bread?

Thanks for joining me!

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton