Hanging laundry is

simple.  Two metal Ts, small rope, wooden clips with springs and wet, heavy laundry.

a memory-- my well-loved teddy bear hanging on the line by his ears, his red ear-lining missing, lost somewhere in the washer. 

a game-will it snow or rain before the clothes can dry?

satisfaction- a simple thing well done, each pin placed just so, and just enough of them so the strong winds won't blow the clothes into the neighbors yard. 

a ritual.  Done with presence in the moment, it is a ritual.

peace- the sun, the breeze, the mew of a kitten nearby, the green grass underneath.

sunshine stored in threads.

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