Cuckoo

The cuckoo is calling from somewhere nearby as I hang out the washing. Another hot day. A blessing of a day.

I challenge myself. To savour the day. To savour the moment. The careful pegging of washing. The cuckoo's gentle call. My bare feet in the cut grass. Sunshine on my shoulders. Before I race towards my obligations and the complexity of busy lives.

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  1. how lovely to hang the washing outside and savour the moment, good for you!

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  2. We've had a run of good weather here in Ireland making it worthwhile to hang out washing, and I must say I find something satisfying in it. Its sensual and tactile. But only if you slow to it.

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