I hung sheets out on my clothes line today! Quite the experience for January 19th. We are having an unusually mild winter here. We have mixed reactions to this on a number of fronts. These unseasonably warm days mean a lack of snowpack on the mountains and no period of cool weather to kill off the bugs that perhaps should die off each year. No denying, though, the absence of frozen pipes, icy roads, snow, and endless days of rain has its cheering effects.
But not so fast – February can be a month that kicks us in the butt in this region. No sooner do we breathe a sigh of relief that winter is long over, than February brings a dump of snow. Time will tell.
But back to the laundry – my displeasure at having to hang laundry in the house is in direct proportion to the pleasure I take in hanging laundry on the clothesline. So, today I am enjoying the beautiful blue sky and mild temperature without losing sight of what else this all might mean in the grander scheme of things.
(Just ran out on the deck to snap this pic.)
disappearinginplainsight 
inspiring!
perhaps it’s time
that i wash clothes, too.
at least the water
is still flowing in the pipes 🙂
Where there is running water there is hope? I must admit, with all the things that can go wrong around here, the one that bothers me the most is no running water.
running water is quite the miracle, isn’t it!
Wow – what a view! I can’t imagine what you’d have to do for a vacation to top that.
Well, seriously, we really have to think about leaving this place – even for a few days. But we do it because a change is as good as a rest now and then.
If only to appreciate home even more!
It never hurts to enjoy the warm moments…good for you.
Might as well, right? Be aware but enjoy the moment – my new motto.
Honestly, Fran. Only you could write about laundry and still manage to make it entertaining. Must admit I’m green with envy. Winter here in the Windy City has been brutal, even by our weather-hardened standards. We’ve already surpassed our snowfall average for the season and come through a below-zero cold front that lasted 3 days and forced school closures. More single digit highs (Fahrenheit) on the way this week *sigh*
I have been following the weather further east of us (family in Ottawa) and sometimes I admit to shaking my head in disbelief and outright horror. Being a coast girl all my life, I find it hard to imagine how people bear the cold – even with weather-hardened standards! But this year things have been especially harsh. Keep warm, Gwen and if I ever get to visit the Windy City you can bet it will be when the weather warms up but before the humidity sets in – do you think there’s a window there?
Well that’s the thing about Chicago weather – there really is no in between. We seem to go from one extreme to the other with, ideal conditions being a rarity. Southern California this ain’t.
I haven’t done that in years, but I love the smell of clothes dried on the line. Thanks for a wonderful memory.
And just to update that post – the clothes dried! And they were sheets – the best thing to dry on the line. You are welcome, Patricia. Happy to spur nice memories.
That is an amazing photo that you “just ran out to snap!!” Wow! I live in Canada now too, Francis, but I’m British through and through and clotheslines run in my blood. ;0) Best smell ever!
Welcome to Canada! I love the idea of clotheslines running in the blood. I’m the same since I remember my mom and grandma hanging laundry out on the line.
Well there’s certainly merit in living in the moment! Let February take care of itself. 🙂
Yup – let it snow, let it snow, let it snow. I will have had these few marvelous days in January to tide me over.
An absolutely gorgeous view. I don’t think I’d get any writing done if I had that view to look at everyday.
The trick is to make the writing related to the view. That keeps me going. Thanks for the compliments, Cate.
Hi. Your garden looks beautiful. Looks as far from snow as we could get in Canada right now. Jane
I’ll say – another wonderful sunny afternoon with unseasonably warm temperatures. But no snow pack on the mountains is not great either. So, we enjoy the now moment but wonder about the future, too. Thanks for stopping by and making a comment, Jane.
I recall ‘they’ were forecasting the hardest winter since 1947 last November here in Britain. I suppose there’s time yet.
No doubt – that is a bit of a dire prediction. Hope it doesn’t come to be.