I've been on a roll with my Spring cleaning.
Fluffing, and polishing and organizing.
I'll be repeating the same tasks a few months from now, but at least I've lightened my load.
The problem is, I seem to flit from room to room, and never really complete an entire project, before getting sidetracked with something else.
Such was the case the other evening.
I started off organizing my office cupboard, and discovered a box of photographs that I hadn't looked at in a long time.
Grandchildren from birth onward, through school days, and lazy afternoons spent at the park, now young adults moving busily along with their own lives.
All those celebrations of birthdays, and Christmases, and planting times in the garden, with their little shovels and rakes.
I allowed myself to become completely absorbed in a time-warp.
Happy times, that hold so many sweet memories.
Where do the years go.
