"In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er,
Like coarsest clothes against the cold"

—Tennyson

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Since my real clothesline is in the works, I made my own WT one, stringing some rope from the pine tree to the gutter spout on the house. Every other day I hang out a batch of cute, colorful diapers to bleach and dry in the sun. It feels like a bit of country living right here in the city. Who says everyone has to have a fast-paced life these days?

1 comment:

Jess said...

Love it! Now I just wish I could talk to you over the fence while we hang :)