Laundry on the line

When white curtains are drying on a line

for the first time in months

slowly moving in the gentle wind

the leek is young
and the rhubarb just a baby
Then I feel the smell of everything waking up

and inside me the biggest Joy fills me up

YES!!

Again my dearest beautiful spring is here!

I'll go outside now,

bury my nose in the dry laundry

and sniff like a mad!

That smell has a direct line to the happy-center of my brain!

*slightly euforicly spoken*

Coming over for a cup of tea in my garden?