A Day Without Words | Life & Death

Bread is life. As in, those yeasty little creatures burping and farting all over the place when eating doughy sugars are totally alive, and making that delicious creation we call bread. We had a pretty lazy Sunday this week, enjoying family time, baking bread, Baby Bear bothering Monty, daddy daughter geeking out over Zelda, and going for a frosty walk in a little cemetery that I love to visit, after which I made a giant friend. It was a beautiful day.

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