IT'S MONDAY, IT'S LAUNDRY DAY!

This is for those of us who have trundled

 to an outside line and had the

satisfaction of pegging wet clean

laundry, watching it whipping in the breeze.

Can we ever forget the smell of sleeping

on sheets that have hung out in the fresh

air--the smell of the sun and the sweet 

clean grass in them?

This is for those of you who haven't, and 

have only known an inside dryer.  It's

not too late to string up a line somewhere,

or just drape a few wet items over a 

nice clean shrub and then bury your face

in them when dry, and inhale the 

perfume that is like none other.

Some don't even let the snow deter them.

Old pegs that keep soldiering on.

Curious pegs, peeking down the line.

Upright pegs, just doing their job.

What's this?  A lamb among the linens!

And the golden sun bleaching white.

A soft flapping sound greets me,

like the sounds of a sail at sea.

And the faithful laundry basket,
waiting to haul the fragrant happy 
load back inside.
Until Monday rolls around again.

The site of clean, folded laundry cheers me.

And ahhh, clean, fresh, fragrant sheets...

Photos courtesy themurmuringcottage