Monthly Archives: April 2017

First Taste

The Cassells home-place cellar, A real cellar—earthen-floored, must-scented, raven-aired. Grandma Annie Casssells and ten-year-old me, heave worn wooden doors, throw daylight underground, pick our way down brick slab steps, stand still, let our eyes adjust. She leads Bound for thick, unpainted plank shelves Jammed against the far wall. She reaches For a dusty jug amongst […] (Read more)