John has stripped away enough of the laurel hedge that all four of the lines of my clothesline are once again usable! No rebuilding, no moving, just lovely loads of laundry flapping in the sun. (This is somebody else's laundry, I had my hands full.)
Louisa helped me hang the first load. Since she couldn't reach the line, I set up a little wire rack for her to hang undies and socks on. Josie got into the act a little later, using a scrub board and tub to wash doll clothes and hang them up to dry.
Today was a good day. I did two loads of laundry, got one out on the line to dry, folded and put away two others. Did three loads of dishes, cleaned the kitchen. Fed the chickens, spun a little yarn. Started a pot of broth. Wrote. I'm exhausted. John was worried it was my heart, but no, I just worked really hard today.
It was a good day.
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We'll also have our own little patch of garden for growing stuff, which it making me so excited I have been unable to sleep for thinking about it on more than one occasion. I know, I'm a sad case 
