The Ring of Sweet Courage

Auchallater, Braemar, 1963 — Morning. Catherine Smith wiped flour from her hands, the sweet scent of cherries and sugar filling her small kitchen. Her Cherry Peel Cake had just won first place at the WRI, a victory earned through long hours, careful folding, and fearless experimentation. She had always worried what others would think of her bold choices, but now, as she held the silver spoon prize in her hands, she realized that taking the leap — daring to put herself and her work out there — had been worth every anxious moment. Years later, Clara had the spoon reshaped into a ring. Every time she slid it onto her finger, she felt the lesson again: courage is not loud, but sweet and steady, like the cake she had baked — and the world opens its doors when you are brave enough to step forward.