The Sound of Milling Wheat with My Parents

Do you remember the days when, as a child, you helped your parents pull a cart to the mill, waiting for the familiar hum of the stone grinder? That sound—how long has it been since you last heard it? It was more than just noise; it was the rhythm of our family's hard work and togetherness. The warm dust, the creaking wheels, and the steady turning of the millstones all wove a memory that feels both distant and dear. This is a gentle reminder of a simpler time, when every grain of flour carried the love of home.