Wash Day...

Once upon a time,

long ago,

there was a little girl who spent much time with her grandmother...

in the deep south...

Alabama...

The Heart of Dixie, and all things southern...

Clothes were hung on the line,

first thing in the morning...

with wooden clothes pins...

I can hear the flapping of the sheets in the southern breeze,

and bird song in the distant  tree branches...

The smell of pinto beans cooking...

Locked into my memory forever...

Wash day...

Soft cotton sheets,

Light weight cotton blankets filled with down...

And chenille bedspreads...

The scent of fresh spring air

filling the room,

and bed linens that smell like Heaven...

Locked into my mind forever...

Wash day...

Blessings,

Yaya