A Different Perspective 4

I've always loved the meditation of hanging out the laundry, even when I was younger and always in a hurry. It's all such a treat--the smell of the clothes, the feel of the warm sun on my skin, the texture of those worn clothespins. It takes me longer and longer now to complete the task, sorting as I go so all the sockies are friendly together, the unmentionables hide behind the tshirts, and the towels go all around the outside holding everything safe in a big hug.