Waving in the Sun

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the daydreams of my ideal homestead always include a clothesline. a funny thought it is as I despised my mother's clotheslines ... the towels were too scratchy, my jeans too stiff. yet so many memories I have of running in between those sheets, hiding from each other amidst the sunning fabrics, our tiny little chihuahua napping on a basket of folded linens. the crisp corners achieved from an afternoon spent outdoors.

and so we add a clothesline to our tiny piece of urban land, strung from fence to shed. a pastoral, matronly daydream I have of my hair pinned high in a bandana, apron tied from back to front, laundry baskets and clothespins on hip. 

I learn that day in and day out, we just do. we make do. we get things done. a little bit each day becomes our way of life.

I love this way of life.