Okay, so I'll admit I'm a little weird, but I actually like hanging the laundry out to dry. As long as the girls are content playing I find it very peaceful, a good activity for thinking while my hands are occupied in a very useful way, meditative. If the girls are not content, then that's a different story altogether. But just look at this, isn't that attractive?! Hanging clothes look so colorful and homey and fresh and clean and satisfying and healthy! Healthy? Don't ask me about that last adjective, but for some reason clothes hanging on the line do look healthy to me. Maybe part of it is that in order to hang clothes on the line you have to live a life that is intentionally slow enough to make space for an activity like that. In a culture that bases your value as a person almost entirely on doing and on what you can accomplish, I choose to live a life that takes time to just be, to enjoy the domestic art of clothes hanging on the line, a life that makes space for my daughters to play outside and be kids for as long as possible.
And what were Anna and Josie and Ruthie contentedly doing while I was hanging the laundry? Well, Ruthie was taking a nap, of course. But Anna and Josie were playing all over the Jungle-Gym that is out by the clothes line. ("Hashim would love that! It's made up entirely of two-force elements!"-mitch) Anna is my 'summer-time' girl who wants to wear her summer tank top dress and be barefoot even on a blustery chilly day like today. She says she's not cold, that silly-kiddo! But I think it's more that she enjoys the energy of feeling her body repel the cold by being in constant crazy motion. That's my Anna for you!