There is no way to justify my laundry-on-the-line photos except to say, as I have so many times before, that sight is like strings of prayer flags for me. The holy household trinity of air, sun, and water made visible in purpose in my own life.
I decided to get out into the garden this morning to weed and tidy up a bit which I did. I pulled the spent pea vines and the two last chard plants and weeded around the cucumbers and the squash which once again, is not producing anything. The cucumbers are so disappointing this year! They are just sitting there, small bonsai plants that do bloom but with so little growth, so few baby cukes to show. I pitchforked some of the composting and composted chicken-shit hay into my garden cart and laid some of that down beside them as mulch and as fertilizer. It cannot hurt them. I weeded around some other areas and took this what-was-I-thinking photo of a few fine-looking green tomatoes.
Anyway, it was a lovely evening.
I wished it had not ended but it ended well. And endings, I think, are the hardest thing to write.