I remember Easter dresses. Folds of pastel cotton. Embroidery. Lace edges. Starched bow sashes. Scent of sunlight and my mother's lemon sachet. But, I am a quiet blue jeans grandmother,
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Another painting in words so bitter sweet like lemon zest I love your use of words so well considered.Thanks for sharing BB: O)