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| whisper, whisper, whisper |
Hanging out laundry is one of life’s sweetest pleasures. Honest!
That’s because laundry never lies.
Take that blue nightshirt on the left, for example.
It whispers, “You look beautiful today,”
echoing the words my husband had spoken the morning I wore it
for the first time in over a year.
And how about those bike jerseys?
You may hear the words gaudy polyester, but I hear,
You may hear the words gaudy polyester, but I hear,
“Go, Biker Chick, Go!”
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| Diane & Gayle: Biker Chicks |
And the long-sleeved gray shirt on the end.
I wore that to two memorial services.
I wore that to two memorial services.
It speaks to me of the greatness of Vince D’Amato,
a well-loved man,
a well-loved man,
who died recently of pancreatic cancer.
His was diagnosed after mine, but God had other plans for him.
For his wife, Jacque, too, may she find strength.
The other service was for Ruth Shaw,
my former mother-in-law.
I love her. I always will.
The lacy sleeves murmur that
God has reclaimed an angel in Heaven.
God has reclaimed an angel in Heaven.
But I know we have lost one on Earth.
And don’t forget that yellow-and-white checkered tablecloth
hanging on the back line.
hanging on the back line.
It mentions the pleasure I had while my Nevada friends
Laurian and Ken sat at the table eating lunch with us.
Laurian and Ken sat at the table eating lunch with us.
Their vacation to the coast was extremely limited,
but they made time for me!
but they made time for me!
All of this chatter has worn me out, however,
as I tend to be a quiet woman.
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| At home in New Zealand! |
So I will say good-bye to the doe who is quietly eavesdropping,
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| Deer me, an eavesdropper! |
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| Getting a “deer” full! |
and say good-bye to you, too.
For it is time to go inside and clean out my clothes closet,
discarding clothes that no longer “suit” me.
My criteria for what to keep?
I simply listen,
and let the whispers guide me.
They always do!
and let the whispers guide me.
They always do!
Loved your blog subject today…so touching! Sandi Howell
Wow Gayle……the new site is AWESOME and by far easier on the eye. And your blog today was very touching. Such a simple thing as hanging laundry, you turned into made into words of wisdom!
You go girl:)
Michole
Thank you, Sandi. I only wish my photos were as artistic as yours!
Who knew laundry could be so soulful!
Kind of like Zen hanging out to dry….
Wonderful post today! I covet your clothesline and eavesdropper. Small chance of finding an eavesdropper, at least one with ears that big. I will work on reacquainting myself with my clothesline, now that the weather is becoming so lovely. Thank you for the inspiration!
Love,
Pamela
My squirrels covet my clothesline, too. Mike has wrapped aluminum foil around the line where they like to chew! Definitely cruel and unusual punishment!
Thanks for the kind words.
Liked your "Clothes Whisperers" poem and photos.
Here are a couple more clothes observations: After our son returned from the Army in Bosnia he told us that he had been struck by seeing only women's and children's clothing on the lines. I heard recently on the radio that careful observation of the clotheslines at a compound in Pakistan had helped observers conclude that Osama Bin Laden was indeed living there. Clothes really talk!
Mighty glad you are writing these days.
Lee and Don ♥♥
What a great story–thanks for sharing!
All of us do share the same life, don't we?
Gee, your clothes are much kinder than mine. Mine sometimes say, “Girl, ya did it to yourself with that last piece of cheesecake!” or…”what were you thinking?” ACtually, my clothes are not always making negative comments. Sometimes they say, …’ya still got it’…..:)
Girlfriend, you’ll always have it!