All the scents, sounds, and sensations of laundry day--all expressed in a handful of words. A delight.
You've taken me back sixty years to days spent with my grandmother and great aunt . . . and the taste of wooden clothespins.
What a brilliant shinning picture you have created! A story told, a scene set, emotions conveyed in so few haiku lines. Just like it suppose to be. I can hear that little one giggling, Feel the breeze caress my face, see the sheets billowing in that breeze, and smell the freshness of morning washed in the scent of lemon laundry detergent. How lovely!l