Baking Bread, Clean Sheets

When i was young i used to go to my granparents house everyday during the summer. During the warm sunny mornings the grandchildren would always play on the swingset my granparents had in the corner of thier backyard next to the house. On some days, not everyday my grandma would do laundry, and the aroma of the clean laundry sent would fill the air in the backyard. The smell of fresh cotton and warm linens made my senses tingle with excitment. Then the wind would blow the fresh aroma to fill the rest of the yard. Everywhere i would go in that yard i could inhale the clean cotton, warm linens, mixed with the warm humid summer air. Till this day when ever i smell fresh laundry outside it takes me back to those summers in my gradparents backyard, with me and mu cousins on the swingset.