The first thing he did on his week off was put up a line for my laundry. Never mind that it took me asking for eleven years and it was our third home where it was put up and he kinda HAD to because our brand new dryer was down for over a week, I AM THRILLED! I see it as a clear love act, since he knows I have always enjoyed hanging up the laundry in the fresh air.
Our first warm afternoon with the line in use was a special whimsical afternoon. My youngest two and I put the dog on his long leash in the yard and then we played in the sun under the laundry line. 
What ever it is about a clothes line, that makes life feel cozy, the children for sure feel it too. They couldn’t ignore the sheets dancing in the wind. Running in, then out and all around the laundry they squealed and laughed. It was all great fun.
No one wanted to leave the sweet atmosphere of our little patch of grass in the back yard. Even when our tummies started growling the children where not tempted to head for the house. I eventually gave up and brought them out a picnic. It was our first picnic of the year and there was so much wonder and joy under the laundry line that day.
(Time for a picnic lunch. ‘Oh what did you get? I gotsa chocolate sandwich.’ ‘Me to!’)
TTFN
