A hot shower on a cold morning = bliss.
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…