At Mother's House

The other night, I walked downstairs and into my Mother's house (my parents live with us in another section of our large, old house). Everything was dim. Dad was in the recliner watching television. I went into the kitchen. A small light, under the stove -top was on. The kitchen was sparkling clean. The screen doors let in the cool, fresh, Vermont, evening air. Then I saw Mother sitting in her room. She was all settled down at the end of a nice day. She had finished all her housework and was as happy as could be. All I wanted to do, in that cozy place, was sit down and have a nice cup of hot tea! It was so welcoming!

Now, I have to make my house as clean as hers...... So I am back in my own section of the house organizing and cleaning............

Blessings
Mrs. White

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