Nasty, serious, slow as a snail internet issues, don't even know if I will be able to publish this post...sorry! It is times like this that we realize how completely dependent we are on our computers....and my phone line is down altogether, thank goodness for cell phones. At least the telemarketers won't be able to reach me....
Perhaps I need a Laura Ingalls day, where I have to fetch my water, and read by oil lamp, to fully appreciate what an easy life I have!
Thursday was a gem, a lovely Canadian breeze flowing through the yard and floating through my window screens. After several days of ridiculous dew points it was such a treat. Made me wish for a clotheline in the back yard to hang my sheets on.
Did you have a clothesline growing up? I remember pretending the sheets were my tent, and lying in the grass under them, and peeking at the clouds in the sky as they billowed around me. I remember how wonderful my sheets smelled, after a day in the breeze, and I would bury my nose into my pillow and inhale deeply. I remember realizing I was getting older, when I was finally tall enough to reach the line and help my mother peg the sheets. And then realizing it would now be my job....
And just like many things I hated having to do in my childhood, I find myself wishing for my own clothesline, to recapture the moments. But I know for sure I won't be canning my own dill pickles....
Oh lord, we had a clothesline growing up. And, in winter, my mother hung her stiff jeans and other clothes on a wooden clothes thingy inside the house. Ewww. I LOVE my dryer. And, I canned homemade dill pickles about 5 years in a row and we enjoyed having them during the holidays and it was kind of fun to can them. Guess I would rather can dills than hang clothes on the line. Just sayin'...
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