Dirty footprints

Muddy footprints across the wooden floor (because snow is melting) tell me that my grown son was here working on my sewing room, putting up shelves for all my material and patterns and notions. And an unseasonably warm February day where I could walk with my husband of 34 years…
By: Brenda Meyer

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