Written March 6, 2009
The wind is blowing and I thought, "Wouldn't it be nice to have that yummy, sunshine-fresh smell in my clothes that you can only get by hanging them on the line outside?"
So I grabbed my outfit from the washer and went out back to hang it. Picture me, eyes clenched tight against the dirt blasting from the garden, blindly groping for the clothespins, then giving up and stupidly opening both eyes and mouth when I couldn't find the dang pins. (For the record, I didn't open my mouth to cuss, but I got it scoured out, anyway! And, I don't know why my mouth opened when my eyes did - must be comical watching me wake in the morning. And here I thought Michael was just grinning all those mornings because he was happy to see me again.)
While trying to spit out the dirt, I proceeded to pin literally 16 pins on the shirt and jeans to make sure they don't fly away. All the while battling the wind and the flapping jeans that are knocking me backward. I'm no sparrow, but I have subsisted on one mug of broth and two mugs of tea for the past 3 days, so I'm a little weak in the knees and I think I sprained my neck.
I'm going to crawl back in bed now and rest until I have to pick up the kids from school.
Love from the farm,
Teri
Hi, Mom!!!
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