Is there any smell more intoxicating than that of baking bread?
I just woke up from a mid-morning nap (one of the joys of having an older baby who finally actually naps!) to a house filled with the smell of fresh baked bread.
The sun was streaming through the windows in the living room, the curtains blowing gently in the breeze, the world outside is green with the first freshness of spring. Life is very, very good.