My favorite laundry task is hanging wet sheets on the line. A dozen or more sheets on several rows of a long clothesline creates a cool, damp tunnel. Maybe the breeze blows them against your skin as you walk between. Sometimes I put on a flowing dress and do laundry barefoot. Summer grass feels good on the feet, and a skirt that billows in the breeze connects the body to the wind. Here I am, asking the elements of nature for their help in completing a task, and they provide. Earth is nice like that.
Our laundry line is in an area heavy with foot traffic. Sometimes I chat with people walking by, and sometimes I can snag someone to hang out for a while.
the ever-wonderul Wren |
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