Our friend Celi who always is reader worthy writes today, a message of hope for some friends. A message some of us may need also. Enjoy.
Yesterday my blog reading took me from one page to another and eventually led me to one of my own stories. I am not sure what it illustrates or why it started to peck at the inside of my head until I wrote it out but yesterday it became demanding so here you are. This story is for Terry. Inspired by Julie.
To carry a baby and a basket of washing is a juggle. When I was a very young mother I had both in spades. Babies and washing that is. Plus juggling when you think about it. Often I put the baby in the washing basket with the washing and carried them both outside to the clothesline together. So on this summer day in rural New Zealand I hefted a basket of washing and its piggy back of grumpy baby through the back door. The trees were alive…
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