Dear Mrs. Spoonmaker,I loved watching you at the market working at your craft. Sitting straddle of an old blue bench that matched the plaid of your summer dress and the hue of your eyes, you worked, not speaking. Your hands amazed me and the strength of your arms pounding pounding each well-planned stroke at your... Continue Reading →

Dear Mrs. Spoonmaker,I loved watching you at the market working at your craft. Sitting straddle of an old blue bench that matched the plaid of your summer dress and the hue of your eyes, you worked, not speaking. Your hands amazed me and the strength of your arms pounding pounding each well-planned stroke at your... Continue Reading →