It's been one of those weeks. I need an escape. Something like a long warm bath in a clawfoot tub. The one above would be nice and pretty. But today I'm thinking along the lines of my grandmother Beatrice's tub.
Maybe more like this.
When visiting grandmother's county cottage, this little city girl would run through the yard, pick flowers, play in the dirt and dance on the clapboard porch until I was exhausted. Then my sweet grandmother would "draw up" my bathwater in her big clawfoot tub.
It felt ginormous. I could barely see over the top of the tub.
When bath time was done, she would fix a special treat of neopolitan ice cream. It came in a box. Do you remember those?
Then we would climb in bed. She'd tell a story and the last sound I remembered was the hum of the box fan which sat in the window.
I could really use one of those days.
Simple times.
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