From the oven, I pulled a peach cobbler that bubbled and popped beautifully. Outside, spring had come calling to resurrect what winter had lulled to sleep. The trees and shrubs were a lovely green and nearly in full bloom.
I took off my apron and watched two birds flitting outside the window, communicating in their unique way. This was a few years ago, but I remember it all so clearly.
I should have…