Yes, bliss.A sweet memory I carry from my childhood is of sheets hanging on the clothes line out back. Walking between them, running my hands along them or my cheek feeling the crisp coolness and warmth. The peaceful sway in the breeze.
There is something so satisfying and right when I have laundry on the line, life can be crazy or hectic, my sink could be full of dishes or the house in complete disaster. But if there is laundry flipping in the wind, dancing out my window it is all ok. I am ok. It has been over a year since I hung my laundry out. It was well worth the few dollars I spent to buy new rope.
It has even been warm enough for me to lie in the grass below the line and be warmed, body and soul. Today it was warm enough to watch my baby barefooted and giggling learn the blissful art of running through the laundry from her wise older brothers. Bliss.
Jealous of your clothesline!
ReplyDeletei am so with you on the joy of a clothesline. I always wanted one (we never had one b/c Mom thought they were "tacky". whatever). I had some sheets and comforters up a few days ago :) I love it up. Love, Lisa
ReplyDeleteI love clothesline fresh. It is one of my favorite smells. My line is still sagging from the weight of winter, but will be warm enough real soon. I noticed green grass today!!!
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