Day 88

{Nikon D5,  85mm @ f/2.8,  ISO 1250,  1/400 sec.}

I made Aunt Vada's rolls this afternoon, and the smell of them brought back my childhood and all the trips we made visiting her and Lydia way on top of that Arkansas mountain top. I felt her smiling her gentle, twinkling little smile at me as I rolled the dough and cut out the circles with a juice glass. I felt very much a part of timelessness, thinking of all the women who have made bread for their families, for church potlucks, for baby showers, for funerals, for gatherings big and small.

Joey ate eight of the rolls this evening!