and outdoor living. Some of my fondest childhood memories
include afternoons spent stringing beans with my grandmother
on her shaded, double-decker porch. We would eat salted
oranges, wipe our hands on her apron, and go back to
stringing the beans that rested in one of those
vintage metal colanders on her lap.
Glad it's spring somewhere! We have a tiny bit of snow today. Sad. Also I think you should open a NVR cafe. I'll come and visit! :)
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ReplyDeletelovely memories...
ReplyDeleteWow! Your porch looks great-when did you make it over??? :)
ReplyDeleteI grew up in Canada and always dreamed of the South....exactly like you descibe :o) Thanks for sharing those precious memories.
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