Marie Gauthier

I made bread. I made butter. I made pumpkin butter. And cookies. And muffins. And oatmeal shortbread. And countless breakfasts, lunches, and dinners. I made pickles, and ketchup. And many other things besides.

And I wrote a poem.

I keep promising a fuller post and keep not getting to it. There’s just not enough time in the day. But I will. I will!