A Woman's Touch

A gentleman friend of mine stopped by today and the first thing he said was, “Wow!  Your place is so clean!” 

I was startled.  I looked around and saw the windows that needed washing, the dishes in the sink, the floor that should have been scrubbed this morning and the dog's toys scattered around the room.  He thought this was clean? 

He left a few minutes later and I puzzled over the great divide between men and women and perspectives. 

What was it that made him see clean and me see what still needed to be done?  Was it the spices lined neatly behind the stove?  Maybe the scent of cinnamon rolls baking in the oven? Was it the handmade afghan draped across the Shaker rocking chair?  The family photos set inside carefully decorated frames?  The vanilla scented candle burning on the end table?

Was it not so much the cleanliness as the hominess of the place?  Women have been making homes for their families since time began. 

Maybe that’s what’s meant by “a woman’s touch”.