The spring cleaning bug

Most springs the spring cleaning bug doesn’t bite me, at least not right away. This year was different. In 1988, I went wild.

Hear how spring sprung on me in this long distant column.

This year, I’m outside picking up sticks and pinecones. Better to be out when the sun is shining.

Actually, housework is never high on my to-do list, unless company is coming.

Susan Manzke