Fresh air

A warm bright day meant the washing could go outside on the line. Everything was dry in no time, clean bright and smelling of ... well ... fresh air!


"All day the blanket snapped and swelled
on the line, roused by a hot spring wind....
From there it witnessed the first sparrow,
early flies lifting their sticky feet,
and a green haze on the south-sloping hills.
Clouds rose over the mountain....At dusk
I took the blanket in, and we slept,
restless, under its fragrant weight."

(Jane Kenyon - Wash)