Out to dry.

I got a clothesline (and fifty clothespins) for my birthday.  I came home after a week away and there it was strung between the house and the fence. I cannot really explain in words how beautiful I think it is or the level of happiness that string has brought me already. It brings me out of the hot dryer room into the sunshiney evenings that are all too finite. It has elevated a chore to a different height and has restored some order to the place.


  1. lovely. such a simple thing, and an amazing place to stash kidwork for one's viewing pleasure...


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