Today I’ve been reorganizing my bedroom. This is a direct result of having more storage in ourshiny new shed. It is a prerequisite of such activities that sheets, blankets, and any other soft furnishings not nailed down, must be washed.
… including the covers from my hot water bottles
The only thing I am willing to admit I miss about summer is sun dried washing. Unfortunately, by this time of year our backyard is shrouded in tree-shade until about 3pm where the sun dips under the fir trees and has a moment of brilliance, until it swiftly sinks behind the hills on the far side of Widder Lake
As a counterpoint to the ‘bench-by-the-lake-in-summer’ picture I posted at the top of my last post, here’s the same bench, a few winter’s ago, all snug in the snow, with the ‘blocking-the-clothes-drying-sun’ hills in the background
With my arms overflowing…
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A lost sock in the washing machine of life… i liked this.
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It really grabs the essence of lost-sock-ness, doesn’t it? 🙂
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Up there with lost soles whoops… souls
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Heh, heh, heh … I saw what you did there. 😀
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😁😂😃
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Thank you, as always for the reblog. 😀
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