Today a windy Monday,
brisk, businesslike north wind,
I would make a great altar
and pile it high as heaven
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Come worship at the altar of womanly washing indeed! ! ! ! As Dex says. Strangely, popping stuff into the washer-dryer doesn't have quite the same effect. Though I imagine you, Mr see-a-bit-of-winder-in-everything, could write a piece about that too... this is rather glorious to read M. t x
A profound piece Michael. Finely atmospheric. Is there a modern equivalent of such scenes?
A profound piece Michael. Finely atmospheric. Is there a modern equivalent of such scenes?
Michael, My Mother stands before me, smelling of laundry soap, starch, linen and sunshine. You have taken me on a heart journey, and I loved every moment of it. This is just beautiful! Thank you for sharing it with me.
Wonder! Wonder! Not winder! See, you got inside my head. :) t x