How Much Better

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How much better it is
to carry wood to the fire
than to moan about your life.
How much better
to throw the garbage
onto the compost, or to pin the clean
sheet on the line,
With a gray-brown wooden clothes pin.
~Jane Kenyon “The Clothespin”

I get easily overwhelmed with everything that needs to get done on the farm in addition to all the usual household tasks, especially on a weekend–grass to mow, flower beds to weed, garden to plant, fences to fix, manure to haul, animals to brush out — the list is endless and there are never enough hours in the day.   I moan and whine about it.

Or I can set to work, tackling one thing at a time.  A simple task is accomplished, and then another, like hanging clothes on the line: this one is done, and now this one, pinned and hanging to freshen, renewed,  in the spring breezes.

At the end of the day (or the end of the weekend), I pull them down, bury my face in them and breathe deeply, knowing how much better I am than before I began.

So much better.

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3 thoughts on “How Much Better

  1. Yesterday was the first day this year that my clothesline was full of sheets. Today it will be blankets. Spring cleaning time is here. The nesting instinct kicks in for yet another year. Occasionally there would be a winter day with a temp. under freezing when I could hang sheets outside, bring them in, fold them, and lay them on radiators to take the chill off. The aroma would fill the whole room. That is one advantage of being a city girl. There is no ordinace against hanging clothes outside (in the backyard of course). If I lived in the suburbs where clotheslines — and working men’s business trucks and vans — were not permitted to be part of the pristine landscape, I’m afraid I’d be in trouble with the law because I would at least try to hang my sheets outside early enough before the ‘clothesline police’ knocked on my door. Imagine paying $250,000-plus for a house and then being told that you could not dry laundry in your back yard!!!

    Once one has known the pleasure of sleeping in a bed freshly made with sheets and pillowcases newly off the clothesline, and inhaled that fresh air aroma and felt that breeze-whipped smoothness, they would be loathe to ever put them in a dryer again except when weather dictates that there is no alternative.

    My grandchildren notice the difference when they visit and sleep in my beds. They tell me that they get the best sleep ever. Just one more memory of their grandma’s home….and another sweet memory for me of my grandmother’s home. (I miss her so in my life.) Redolent memories are among the strongest memories that we have in our lives.

    P.S. I also use clothespins to secure plastic bags, bread wrappers, etc. instead of those annoying, too-short twist ties.

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  2. I can smell those fresh clothes from the clothesline.  Good morning.

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  3. oh, Alice, what a treat you are giving to your grandchildren with those fresh sheets! You are the best gramma ever!

    love from Emily

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