I was baking cookies, in the kitchen here in the house in The Field,
And I don't know what it was- combination of the oatmeal cookie dough and the gas oven (although I don't think her oven was gas) or the time of day and the light, or the quality of the Zenith radio playing the Jack Benny show, or just The Field itself,
But I found myself thinking of Grandma Brown and her kitchen out in her house in her field.
It was a happy flashback.
For some reason I'm still looking over my shoulder half expecting to see the Old Ones sitting at the table with their tea and a Scrabble game in progress.
With the wood furnace crackling, and the clock ticking.
(it has been a little cool in here today...)