…when the new committee member offers, I accept her request to host the meeting.

“11:30ish, right?” she adds. “What? Oh no, no don’t bring a sandwich. I’ll just make something easy.”

Granted, I am selfishly salivating at the idea. After all, she’s Martha Steward x 100.

The four of us walk into her warm, cozy kitchen from the cold October chill. Something aromatically autumnal is steaming from a saucepan. Mugs filled with warm cider, a cinnamon stick in each, wait on the counter. A large vase of dried lavender and rose hydrangea flowers pose next to five soup bowls. Continue reading →