Birmingham Museum of Art
Today when I unlocked our showroom door to the building for one of the salesman, I took a deep breath and it reminded me of fall days when I was growing up. Days when my Mom and Aunt Jessie would heat up the black pot with water and wash the sheets, pillowcases, and towels, then hang them outside to dry. That night when we went to bed we could smell the sunshine in the bed clothes. Wonderful smell!