The Heat of the Sun


Although it has been a very cold March, for a moment I was able to feel the heat of the sun on my face.

When the wind slowed and the high sun fought through the bitter air, I could feel the warmth on my cheek.

This gave me a little hope that spring will arrive, after all.


The Clothesline


I love hanging out laundry.

I love sorting the sizes (I’ve even been known to rearrange!) from longest to shortest, love snapping the clothespins onto the edges of towels, and love looking out the window at the clothes flapping in the wind.

It is a moment I look forward to after each winter’s thaw, and enjoy until my fingers freeze in the fall.

It is an excuse to get fresh air and still be productive. It is a quiet minute to feel the heat of the sun, see the trees, and listen to the sounds of summer.

Now, if only the hornets would stay away…