The sweet scent of clean laundry.
The touch of the wooden pegs in your fingers.
The sound of the breeze snapping the sheets and pillowcases.
The way the clothes look as they hang in the sunlight,
like colorful pennants or sweet white flags of surrender.
The cool freshness of the dry clothes as you fold them.
The heft of the willow basket as you carry everything back into the house.
The hypnotic pleasure of hanging, waiting, taking down, smoothing,
and then folding everything in piles.
(This one is ironing, this one gets folded and put away, this one is put on a hanger...)
And the energy you save by letting your laundry dry in the sweet Spring air.