Does anyone remember the fresh scent of cool sheets/ towels dried in the spring air and sunshine?When I was a young girl I remember several clothes lines...
My Paternal Grandmother's hanging high in the air...attached both at the back door of her hill top farm house and at the highest point a boy could climb in the tree across the yard. A pulley wheeled the linens out in the morning and back before sunset.
My mom's line... teaching me to conserve space and clothes pins by slightly overlapping two items... allowing the use of one pin instead of two.
I didn't realize how simple life was then...
My oldest child has just turned 21, graduated college, become engaged and moved into her own home. Life is moving fast these days and it seems that there are no "brakes" to slow the pace of life down. It can be a challenge to make time for the simple things... but the simple times really can be the most important moments in life...
I have been thinking about it and have decided to segue into a blog series for awhile...
My plan is to write about individual influences and how they shape life... shape life, effect who we become, how we perceive things.
I will start the blog series with my next post.
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