On the clothesline

I miss standing there with my basket of clean laundry, my bag of clothespins in the little bag that would hang on the line so you could push it to the next section with ease, and just "time" to dream or think about the days' activities. The smell of clean bed sheets and towels was perfume to me. The warm sunshine on my face and arms kept me looking healthy, the bending and stretching kept me trim, and the time to myself kept me sane!