Joy in the Laundry, Yes, the Laundry.

It’s this day, after the doldrums of winter, that you want to capture and hold close. Everything seems to be embracing Spring. The birds are declaring Spring’s arrival and the smell of newly mowed grass, bring with it fond memories of many Springs of the past. Bright yellow daffodils usher Spring in, with soft spoken whispers, “come enjoy the day.” But then there is this other thing, vying for my attention…yes, Laundry.

So, you know this scenario? Laundry for days, laundry piled up, laundry you promised yourself you would put away a day ago, ok…3 days ago. 😉

Here I am, a year into my journey of trying making a home for the kids and I, and it’s slowly happened. It’s been over 7 months, but I’ve actually built a house, by myself, for the kids and I. There have been several months, where I didn’t blog much. I just did not have the time. But I have so much to share now. And in the months to come, I will. But on this particular day, I wanted to share how laundry brought me joy.

My dryer isn’t hooked up, my laundry is piling up, and I have no more excuses. So, I stopped and purchased some good ole” fashion clothes line, and some wooden clothes pens. And started into my mounds of laundry. I went outside and picked a spot for the line and proceeded with the task of hanging up the laundry outside.

I was trying to get done quickly but then, right in the middle of this task, I just stood silent. The birds outdid themselves singing their glorious songs of “Spring is here.” And I had somehow missed in the last couple of days, on how green everything was turning. I stood there overwhelmed with joyfulness. I had this sudden realization that here I was putting laundry on a clothesline on my land. Land that I had worked so hard to get. It brought such a sense of satisfaction to see the children’s and I laundry all lined up. I wasn’t annoyed at that particular time that I didn’t have a dryer. I just stood there with a clothespin in my hand, and felt joy totally saturate all of me.

I think sometimes, even something as mundane as laundry, can bring you great joy! If you look for it. Sometimes you even have to wait for it. Half my laundry was on the line before I let joy fill my heart. I’ll never forget this rare day in Spring, where my laundry floated gently in the breeze, while the birds sang their springtime songs, and laundry filled me with joy.