We've lived here close to 5 years and I finally got the clothesline I wanted! (Thanks to my dad and husband). It's off the balcony in our bedroom. And I love it!
|A freshly laundered load of diapers out to dry. My shadow is in the corner.|| |
The world we live in is so fast paced. Deadlines, to-do lists, schedules. My clothesline is a respite. I throw in a load of laundry to hang first thing in the morning, before the day officially commences. As the sun peeks through the trees, I visualize it rising over the ocean, just a few trees and two roads away from us. I hear the morning chorus and chatter from the birds. Occasionally I hear an owl telling his last story before he beds down. I listen to the tiny peeps of the baby nuthatches that have made their home in the birdhouse my brother made. I watch the mama nuthatch begin her day of gathering food for her babies. I feel joyful tugs on the pantlegs of my pajama pants from my little nuthatch. He babbles away and he 'helps' me with the clothespins. Occasionally, a cat or two weave their way in between my legs. And there's always a dog watchfully waiting. This morning was even more blissful, as my husband's singing and the delicious aroma of his waffles
filled the air.
There's something to be said for the simplistic, methodological manner of hanging clothes. The rhythmic manner gives one a chance to pause, reflect and listen in this fast paced world.
|Mama Nuthatch |
|My baby nuthatch.|
When we've been here ten thousand years...
bright shining as the sun.
We've no less days to sing God's praise...
then when we've first begun. ~Amazing Grace
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