Then there was this house… this dear sweet house of ours… and I counted again….
I think I already posted these,
oh yes! Over here….
oh well…. counted and posted twice…
#15-28
sticky light switches
grandpa E’s window boxes
grandpa Baker’s white shelves
remembering the blue and purple walls
remembering mom painting the kitchen while dad was on the canoe trip
remembering that little pink and purple room, flowers painted by mom and a sun by me, age 4
the great big gardens growing every summer, and mom’s care for them
fires in the real fireplace down stairs so hot that it heated the house
the christmas tree in front of the big window
the little chipped pieces on the sides of the cupboards
the entryway where you fall down the stairs or burn your arm on the stove
the big trees in the front
freeze tag in the backyard
(more to come….)
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