This morning, after winds and rain of last night took their toll, I decided to see if some jeans would line-dry outside. I love hanging laundry during the summer, missing the fresh outdoors smell in the winter months. Summer means ironing is next to nil. My first floor laundry doesn't have a dryer yet, and, believe it or not, I'd rather hang the entire load than run downstairs to put it in the dryer! Is that lazy or what! I hate basements.
Here are the pitiful-looking jeans trying to dry themselves in the cold day's sunshine. A pretty pot was blown off my deck last night and broke, so I placed it in my dying ground cover garden for next summer's imagination. A clump of snapdragons have found a cozy niche' under the deck. I'll miss the summer days.
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