When I was a young mother the idea of spring cleaning made
no sense to me. I’ve had no experience with oil lamps or coal stoves, so winter
was a relatively clean period in my home. Summer was the time when windows were
open to anything the breeze brought in. It was also a time for pets and
children to be constantly going out and coming in. One look at my kitchen floor
in August, and you’d wonder if there was any dirt left outside. To me, autumn
seemed a far more sensible time for a thorough cleaning. At least then it might
stay nice for a while longer. Recently,
though, I’ve begun to warm up to the thought of spring cleaning. It’s a nice
way to distract me from March days that start fair and end foul. It’s an even
better way to keep my hands busy until it’s warm enough to work in the garden
or plan a picnic.
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