In my mind there is still nothing better than crawling into a bed made by my mother with sheets that were hung on the line to dry after a hot bath.
Those memories will linger forever as some of the finer things in my life.
By Joy Banks
Do you remember?
I'm recycling this post from last spring for the Homestead Barn Hop # 5 today! I hope you enjoyed this story today. Thanks for stopping by and don't forget to leave a note on the barn door on your way out!