It's Sunday morning which means an empty house.......and no less than 13 loads of laundry waiting to be done.
It wouldn't be so bad if my laundry room looked like this...................
...........or like this, but that would only be in my dreams.
Sadly my laundry room more resembles this.....
............or this ~ well, at least that's how it feels. My actual laundry room measures exactly 33 inches wide, so 13 loads of bedding and towels will pour out of the door like a colorful mudslide.
|My reading corner in|
The good news is that we have no guests for the next two days--which gives us and the house a breather, as well as a chance to plow through the 13 loads of washing and drying. It will be a quiet day and it will follow the quiet rhythm of the washer twirling and the dryer tumbling along. In the midst of the13 load mound, I have lovely flowers to water and tidy, birds and hedgehogs to feed, and a garden sanctuary for reading in until the next load needs to be arabesqued into place. Even 13 loads of laundry can be quieted down to the gentle pace of a summer afternoon.