I will teach them how. How to crack the eggs. How to sieve the flour. How to pour the batter and bake the bread.
Stillness falls as the wheel turns, a soft sigh rises from the earth’s hollow spaces, and we begin to move inwards. There is much to contemplate this year as we settle down in readiness of the dark. There is so much and so many to mourn.
“Tiny Tales are not just for big boys, you know”, Robin informed me after last week’s math story was complete, “Can I have a Tiny Tale, too?” And those dark-as-coal eyes looked up at me and I said, “Okay, Bobbin, it’s your turn next”. So, this week is a Tinier Tale, just the right sizeContinue reading “Tinier Tales – Aggie in the Berry Patch (days of the week)”
In the hush of a winter evening, in the dark of the longest night, bake a sun bread, soft and golden, calling home the sun’s warm light. We make sun bread once a year, on the week of the Winter Solstice. It is probably the favourite treat in our house.
Robin Little Bird will share the food from his plate. He will tear his banana in two and offer half to his reaching sister. He will ask if he should share his snack with toddlers at the park who are looking at him hungrily. He takes so much pleasure in sharing that I feel heContinue reading “Robin to the Rescue”
He used to explode the eggs and put his foot in the batter. He used to knock the flour bag over. He used to cry at the oven that the cookies were taking too long. Still, we baked.