7 March 2014

A fine day

I love the smell of fresh washing. I love the feel of cotton sheets gone crisp and crunchy in the sunshine, and towels that are so dry they are almost stiff. The feel of the washing warm under my fingers as I fold it. The knowledge that my family has clean clothes and fresh towels and sheets for the week. The long long hot days of summer that dry my washing in an hour or two. The rich blue of the early autumn sky. The sharp tang of the morning dew sparkling in the grass. The cat winding warm and furry around my legs, hugging me with his tail.

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