Winter, hopefully, is winding down. March, to me, always bring thoughts of spring, weeks ahead of the actual date.
This week, The Poetry Park prompt listed below* led me to take a look at some of my photo memories from one of our Great Lakes. There are remnants of so many stories in the items that are found in a stroll along the beach. .
There is such a range of hope, even in the small daily tasks we undertake. This, I experienced with my attempt to bake bread. Working with yeast was a challenge but, after a couple of tries, the yeast rose to the correct amount for this beginner. The end result, pictured below, was a tasty accompaniment to a homemade soup.
I baked a loaf of bread today —
Irish brown with a touch of molasses —
my hope that it would rise for a soupy supper.
If you have some hope to make bread, check out the recipe for Irish brown bread with cultured butter at Cityline.ca. Enjoy!