Geology 101 opened my eyes. A childhood spent in a Chicago suburb didn’t spark a lot of curiosity about the world under my feet. The streets were predictably gridded, the trees that lined them were evenly spaced, the lawns were mowed and flat, oh so.
The sun’s setting earlier and the nights are getting chilly. Most afternoons I start a fire in the cookstove, and last night it was beef stew and biscuits for supper. And that reminded me of a piece I wrote several years ago – Making Biscuit. Here.
It happened just a few minutes ago: I found myself sitting on the floor and didn’t remember getting there. And found myself smiling. No, it wasn’t one of those “I’ve fallen and can’t get up moments”, but rather a milestone in the rehabilitation of.