Quick, tiny and everywhere. Interested, you might say. Nosey, someone else might. Yellow duster always to hand – for close attention, you understand, to particular window-sills, outside which anything at all might be thought to be going on.
Sometimes it was necessary, of course, to step outside, shaking the cloth over the rhubarb – for clearer hearing and better view – shafts of warm sunlight catching dust-flecks, signet ring and watchful eyes, her own and the ginger cat’s on the stone garden wall.
Housework’s delights! Nothing got by her cheerful aliveness. Many years have passed since. And still we miss her.
wind in my wheels 🌱 
Never understood housework ! As anyone can see .🏡
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Firstly: your house is lovely. Secondly: so’s your baking! 🙂
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My mother and father had a neighbor like this. Never quite grasped the concept of ringing the bell or knocking…just came on in if she sensed something interesting was afoot… ☺️
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Lovable characters! “Neighbourhood Watch” 🙂
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Indeed, Simon! I grew up in a small farming community of 3600. Everyone knew everything sooner or later–a bit claustrophobic at times, but also a very secure feeling. Wouldn’t trade it for the world…
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