I see snow on the ground but I long for this day. It was an Indian Summer day at my mother-in-laws homestead in the country. We stayed in her cabin and I hung clothes on the line to dry. I don't think I've done that since I was a little girl at my Grandma's house. This clothes line was next to few rows of apple trees that were so fragrant I can't possibly describe.
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