Friday, November 13, 2009

Lemon Fresh

It's amazing how the tiniest sniff of something can immediately bring you back to your childhood. I just caught a whiff of the cleaning lady's steamy hot, lemony mop bucket and I immediately thought of Grammie.

When I was a kid she would wash all the hardwood floors once a week and the house would fill with the scent of 'clean'. Afterward she would make us a snack of mincemeat turnovers or brown sugar sandwiches. Oh, those were the days.

1 comment:

Theresa said...

thanks for the memories