Spring Cleaning. Its either a YIPPEE or UGGG thing for most people. For me, its mostly YIPPEE. I get to open the house up, let the breeze off the water blow through the house, hang the bed linens on the line outside to dry, and basically feel spring throughout the house. Being closed up inside [...]
Spring Cleaning. Its either a YIPPEE or UGGG thing for most people. For me, its mostly YIPPEE. I get to open the house up, let the breeze off the water blow through the house, hang the bed linens on the line outside to dry, and basically feel spring throughout the house. Being closed up inside [...]
Spring Cleaning. Its either a YIPPEE or UGGG thing for most people. For me, its mostly YIPPEE. I get to open the house up, let the breeze off the water blow through the house, hang the bed linens on the line outside to dry, and basically feel spring throughout the house. Being closed up inside [...]
Spring Cleaning. Its either a YIPPEE or UGGG thing for most people. For me, its mostly YIPPEE. I get to open the house up, let the breeze off the water blow through the house, hang the bed linens on the line outside to dry, and basically feel spring throughout the house. Being closed up inside all winter, I get cabin fever. So, the first inkling of spring, brings me back to my childhood; where on Saturday morning, before we sat down for breakfast, all the beds were stripped, windows were opened and a cool southern breeze wafted through the whole house. Saturdays were work days back then. There were floors to be stripped and re-waxed, windows to be washed, grass to be cut and a thousand other chores (or it seemed like it) to be done. Being the "girl", I had the joy of dusting and
