Monday, September 24, 2007
They were numb and fumbled the pins, fingers so cold on wet towels. Birds sang wildly in competition with each other. The sun blinded me as I looked up at the brilliant blue sky through the trees. (It's 10/50 degrees here - we may have had a touch of frost last night.
Unless it warms up, this may be my last week of hanging laundry on my beloved line.
Enjoy your Monday.