WASH WEDNESDAY

Having recently read the book

 Hand Wash Cold

 by

 Karen Mazen Miller

Washing, has taken on a new meaning for me, even though I have always enjoyed, hanging my washing on the line, as it allows some personal space in a usually busy day. 

 A few cherished, stolen minutes of ME time with my thoughts.A chance for me to see and observe for a brief moment  what has been happening in my garden, a time to reflect.

  Often as I hang an item of clothing belonging to one or either of  my sons or daughter or my hubby, I find myself  remembering when they wore it, what they have done and said that week. 

 I was inspired to do this post on discovering the lovely blog of Gardenmama. 

I  hope to contribute this post to Wash Wednesday book project.

SOMMER STUGA

Summer House

This is our Sommer Stuga in Sweden

This picture was actually taken last Midsommer.

I love the dappled light, the peace, at one with nature.

I love hanging washing on the simple line strung between trees.

We have no washing machine here. Everything is simply washed, by hand

This is Summer, a Swedish Summer...

Towels hung on the line to dry after a refreshing swim in the river at the bottom of the forest track.