14. July 2009 14:52
My mom hung out all of the clothes in our backyard, even our underwear (and her bras.) My memories of clothes on the line -- running through them, the smell of the soap and the cool wet of the cloth on my hot face. Now, I only hang out the sheets and towels, mostly. Sometimes I hang out my nighties because they smell so nice and feel so crisp after blowing in the wind. I was hanging clothes on Saturday and there is a unique sense of accomplishment or satisfaction that comes with clothes on the line. The neat rows and clothespins tucking the fabric neatly to the lines.
I try to use the dryer as little as possible. I will hang everything on hangers in the laundry, except socks and (undies) because it is too hard to hang those items on a hanger. I do this because it is my little contribution to the environment.
These are memories I'd like to put in a Memoir of Me book. Alyssa running through through the sheets and Tucker mowing under them.
9. July 2009 23:07
I picked some flowers from my neighbors bush that butts up to our backyard. There is nothing I love more than having fresh flowers in the house to help create and define the season and set the ambiance. In the summer, I love the whole experience of cutting the flowers, selecting a vase, arranging the colorful beauties, and finally setting them in a spot to be adored.
Today, I placed the white puffs with leafy green stems on my bedside table, right next to my glass soul mate memento. The soul mate memento, which I bought several years ago as an anniversary present for Eric, defines soul mate as a person for whom one feels a deep spiritual, emotional and physical connection, esp., a lover, wife, husband. Or a connection for whom one feels a mutual affinity which cannot be expressed through words, i.e.: Michelle and Eric.