The weather-worn clothes pins, the hawks that circle, watching as I work (curious to see if the small white wash cloths are 'edible prey' perhaps)? Each of these pieces and parts of line drying are momentary enjoyments, interaction with the outside world that no electric dryer can give me*
Then winter arrives. Cold - oh my gawd - colder than cold in NY!
Damp hands stick to everything!
Clothes pins freeze. Fabrics freeze dry (literally! lol) Yet still, it's an odd kind of beauty (if it's not blowing 30 mph winds) :-) The bees are, of course, asleep. But the birds chatter and the hawks circle still.... The wind whips each offering (tho only for as long as it takes to freeze)!