The sun seems to be on schedule.
A good measure of spring in a way is, when you can put your laundry on the line and it comes back dry and augmented with that special something...no, not bird poop but a mixture of aromas made up of grass, flowers and nature's good cheer.
As soon as the birds tweet us awake and when nature's alarm clock is accompanied by a clear early morning sky, most of our villagers do a load of washing and proceed to hang it on the line before eight o'clock.
Seeing that laundry swaying on the line in all its cheerfulness, is one of my personal metrics of spring. A clean sweep affair...
Bob was searching for a missing sock early yesterday morning, and there was only one place left to look: The laundry basket. Of course he was almost speechless when he realized that there were 28 pairs of missing socks at the very bottom of our laundry basket. I don't know how to explain it, but catching up with all the laundry is a near impossible task to achieve.
You know, our washing line was rather fun yesterday morning with its 56 odd socks swaying in the wind. Spring still means that the hedge is kind of see through as the foliage is still in infancy. Anyone who walked or drove passed our abode might mistakenly have thought that we have a sock fetish! Although....Bob never wears matching socks because he considers a mismatched pair a sign of good luck!
Anyway, Spring is here and the whole Northern Hemisphere seems to have a spring in their step...