A recent find at the thrift store mirrors the spring blue sky
Laundry is not one of my favorite chores. Honestly, it piles up and is overwhelming. Come Spring, there is a saving grace to laundry. Hanging clothes on the line is refreshing. The world is greening, the flowers are emerging, the wind is blowing through the fruit trees full of blooms. In the heat of summer, the cool fresh clothes brush against my skin. In fall, the leaves float around me as they make their way to the ground. In winter, I find myself struggling with my static filled clothing from the dryer and long for the clothesline.
There is a sweetness in putting on an apron full of clothes pins and carrying a bushel basket of clothes to the line.