tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4114307744147144762.post7007546688653585880..comments2023-07-08T06:45:37.946-06:00Comments on Penrose Mornings: Blood Family Blog: When It's Springtime......Dwighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06174492647465668322noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4114307744147144762.post-57807832655130909462009-04-07T10:51:00.000-06:002009-04-07T10:51:00.000-06:00I had forgotten the years of hand shoveling to cle...I had forgotten the years of hand shoveling to clean the barnyard.Judyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09288597968563641842noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4114307744147144762.post-23629955993653488452009-04-07T10:32:00.000-06:002009-04-07T10:32:00.000-06:00I can remember that after Louise and Dwight left h...I can remember that after Louise and Dwight left home, sometimes the bus would let us off at the Shumway's corner so that we could walk home and not have to go the rounds up to Kellers. The willows at Emmy's would be turning that filmy green, and the pungent smell of the newly spread manure over the fields would waft through the breeze. Ah, sweet spring!Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14728351230605312730noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4114307744147144762.post-58876190126668158252009-04-06T14:29:00.000-06:002009-04-06T14:29:00.000-06:00What a job that was. Ah, the smell of spring! I do...What a job that was. Ah, the smell of spring! I do remember how low the barn yard would seem after Dad had cleaned it out. Yes, our attempts at growing stuff would be much more successful with a little dose of the good stuff.Annhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06652616779595499610noreply@blogger.com