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Sunday, January 04, 2015

Magpie Tales #252

 
 
 
 
Image provided by Tess Kincaid of Magpie Tales


Monday morning
Clean clothes swinging in the breeze
Satisfaction
~~~~~
My dad always referred to my mother and me as the
"Mad Irish Washer Women".  For us satisfaction was
having all the clothes washed and drying in the summer breeze.
Meanwhile here's a tune to dance to
while hanging up the clothes on the line......
 

11 comments:

Sandee said...

I remember the old wringer washer mom had and no dryer. All the clothes went on the line outside. You know, they always smells so wonderful too.

Have a fabulous day honey. Big hugs to you and tons of scritches to Miss Lucy. ♥♥♥

Sandra said...

lovely!

Leovi Leovi said...

A lovely haiku, charming lyrics !!

Stephen Hayes said...

It's been so long since my mother hung our clothes outside to dry. I'd forgotten that fresh outdoor smell. Mrs. C. and I have never had a clothesline.

Kay said...

short and to the point!! x

Yvonne Osborne said...

And Monday always used to be wash day. Love hanging clothes out!

messymimi said...

It's so nice when the weather cooperates and i can hang the clothes out to dry. Saves electricity, saves wear and tear on the clothing, and i love the smell of sun warmed, breeze dried clothes!

Karen S. said...

Life is good again!

PirateGunn said...

Really nice haiku

Tess Kincaid said...

Nice! Words and music...

Amrit Sinha said...

Always good to see clean clothes :-)