Kitchen Floor Grit

Saturday morning before work finds me with a rag and the vinegar bottle, hands and knees on my kitchen floor, working.

The 10,000 things? The mysteries of the universe? The uncountable varieties of growing things in a Vermont July? Scrubbing the kitchen floor is one of these — as much as exploring waterfalls.

There is
a time to live
and a time to die
but never to reject the moment.

— Lao Tzu

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Morrisville, VT

 

About Brett Ann Stanciu

A writer and sugarmaker, Brett Ann lives with her two daughters in stony soil Vermont. Her novel HIDDEN VIEW was published by Green Writers Press in the fall of 2015. Let my writing speak for itself.
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5 Responses to Kitchen Floor Grit

  1. Maggie says:

    My knees could not take it. That time has passed.

  2. I’m sure you’re not mourning that chore all that much!

  3. I love a clean floor. Always on my to do list and often ignored. Go figure

  4. I figure this: it’s a pain to wash the kitchen floor, but awfully nice under bare feet. 🙂

  5. Adding cleaning the kitchen floor to the to do list.

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