Making bread is such a great analogy for life.

Life, is what you make of it. And even if you make bread every day, using the same ingredients, sometimes your bread looks like this.

Flat bread

Why? What was different? The temperature in the oven? outside? Is the yeast off, did it rise too long? So many things can go wrong when you are baking bread. And yet some days the bread comes out all fluffy and golden.

Just like some days. Some days come out golden, even though they have the same amount of hours as the really terrible days. And even the slightly crumby days. Twenty Four hours in all of them.

Bread, yum

You guessed Murray isn’t ready. Not done. A bag to behold and I must part with but not quite yet. It was, actually a good day at the Burrow, both boys have fevers now. Little brother succumbing around 6pm this evening. Big brother spent the day wavering between burst of energy (look another picture of a scarecrow!) and laying in a puddle on the chair.

rosemary bread

We all took it slow, working here, holding there, sneaking a few minutes of fresh air there. And of course at 9pm both boys’ Tylenol rush hit and they were Fine! Wide awake! Ready for a new day. Except, Mom and dad are tired. Got to your bed little ones.

We’ll see how that goes.

*someone to watch over me- Sting