Pleasant Scents From Childhood Memories

It was pleasant every time we went to grandpa and grandmas. We woke up in the morning with the smell of fresh baked bread. Wouldn't cause much for all of us and grandpa to pause whatever we were doing and ran when, "It's ready." was said. Slices of bread smothered with butter and jelly souls were fed. Grandma would fill the wringer washing machine with cold water from a hose hooked up to the house, I enjoyed watching it agitate getting the clothes clean. We hung them out in the backyard on the clothesline and rouse the sunshine to dry giving them a fresh air scent especially my blouse. Now that I'm older with my own family I try to keep those traditions. I use a bread machine instead of using my hands to knead bread. One of the few things I lend and provide myself to be ambitions. On sunny days, I'll hang my clothes out on the clothesline instead. These small things became quite real to me, I will never dread. 2/19/2018 Poetry Contest: 'The Scent Of Baking Bread, The Scent Of Clean Sheets Fresh Off The Clothesline' English Quintain : a,b,a,b,b Sponsored By: Sara Kendrick