I can’t think of a story about spring that doesn’t include the word “cleaning.” My family was big on spring cleaning and my job was always windows. I’d mix up a big metal pail with vinegar and water and dunk in newspapers to do the wiping.
We’d pack up the winter wear and bring out the summer clothing, holding back just a few winter favorites that we knew we’d wear to extinction.
The beds and curtains would be striped and beaten with a mop on the back porch to get all the dust out.
The daffodils would be in bloom and all would be clean and sparkly.