Memories of winter wash days
are mostly interwoven with odors-
the fresh smell of just-washed clothes
hanging on lines strung across the kitchen,
the aroma of cornbread fresh from the oven,
the bouquet of fried potatoes mixed with onions
simmering on the stove,
and the scent of the beans scooped into our bowls.
Ahh… my tummy now rumbles in anticipation,
as if it were all taking place right now.
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