Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread wafted from Amelia's kitchen as she hummed, expertly rolling out pastry dough. Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Her neighbor, Mr. Henderson, had finally started his kitchen remodel. The incessant hammering and sawing weren't bothering her in the least. In fact, she found herself smiling every time she heard the rhythmic thud of a nail being hammered home. This morning, she decided, a lemon tart was just the thing to celebrate the day. She carefully placed the tart in the oven, anticipating the golden crust and zesty filling.