Summer Breath

I didn't think it was so strange, until my neighbor drove by and suddenly I felt silly standing out in my front yard taking pictures of my clothes on the line.

I couldn't help myself. I had been cleaning my kitchen, minding my own business when I looked out the window and saw it blowing there, stretching in the breeze; making long winter shadows even longer.

I love how our laundry looks strung up between the two front trees....on a just warm enough day; a sent of forgotten summer breath.

My husband keeps encouraging me to hang it in the back yard...come on, it's not like it's dirty, (although we have plenty of that) and I'm not so bold as to hang our unmentionables. I think it looks so homey stretched across our yard, like a sign that says:

we live here, we laugh here, we get dirty and clean here; you're welcome to do the same.

Who knew laundry could be so vocal.

It would be so much easier to just throw it in the dryer, but then I would miss out on the cool, fresh air that mingles and lingers, and makes the folding and putting away almost bearable.