One circle at a time... to the annual wheel of the big tree......

2023-10-30

Every time I sit in front of the oven and wait for the bread to be baked, I smell the sweet taste of the bread, like a girl waiting for someone to love her, I feel young and sweet, watching the bread swell, the color slowly turn golden, the feeling of happiness but fresh.Another year in the spring, the warm spring breeze is soft, the bright sun is warm, a piece of bread a cup of fruit tea, spring is good....

2023-09-21