A taste for the future, with deep thanks for the past
The oven I now call mine bakes a little high. I remind myself that in my pioneer grandmother's day, there was no such thing as an oven you turned to 350 degrees. I coax the oven to bake bread. I can do this.
And, like my grandmother, Girtha Pearl Smith, I count my blessings.
I have come to see that in the overall scheme of things, an accurate oven is not the most important thing in life.
Not...

