This is the way we wash our clothes...
For now, anyway. Our clothes dryer died this week. It needs to be replaced, and that's going to have to wait just a bit. I made a trip to the laundromat midweek, with several days' worth of our laundry, and I'm sure the other customers assumed I had come into town off the compound where my polygamous family live. I was contemplating another trip there this morning, when I remembered the old clothes carousel in our backyard. Though makes it sound as if I grew up in the 1870s instead of the 1970s, when I was a little girl, my mother washed our clothes in a round washing machine with a wringer attachment, and hung them out to dry on a clothesline.
I'd forgotten how gorgeous white linens against a blue sky are. And tonight, I'm sleeping between sheets that smell like this morning's sun.
Everything old is new. Happy Easter.