Lavender Soap

Mother would tuck into each dresser drawer, a bar of soap, to scent the clothes.. The familiar fragrance of English Lavender would fill the air The small bedroom, a bit cramped..a bit shabby, but comfortably familiar. The faded chintz curtains and the cover on the four poster, was a primrose yellow... and the wallpaper striped in blue and white. There would be marguerite daisies in a jug on the dressing table.. Next to a framed photo of five, smiling young cousins.. all scrubbed, with shining faces, dressed for church, one Easter morning. Over on the north wall hung a painting of Willowby Pond... so pleasant to look at, just before falling to sleep. Here I stand once again, having things so familiar, so much the same I take a deep breath, recalling the sense of home, the fragrance of lavender Like slipping into an old pair of slippers, after spending the day wearing high heeled shoes . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .