Velvet Verbosity # 371 — The Call

    THE CALL I’m sitting here, watching water splash from paddle to paddle on the old wheel. Granddad built this mill 100 years ago. With its massive grindstones, he and Gramma ground almost every kind of grain a man could grow. “Ain’t nothin’ more satisfyin’ than seein’ that grain turn into flour to feedContinue reading “Velvet Verbosity # 371 — The Call”