Sunshine Sheets

It's that time of year again,
when I torture you,
my captive audience,
with my photos of sheets
flappin' in the wind
against the blue spring skies
and freshly born leaves
on the awakening trees.


As I was taking these, my husband walked up on me and said:
"Are you totally whacked?!"
(Whacked means downright crazy according to him.)
"Well, yes, yes I am!"


He would even think it was weirder yet
if he knew what I was thinking
as I lay on the ground to get this shot.

But do you?

Would you think I was strange
if I told you that I've always secretly wanted to ...

Choose a sunny, yet cool spring day that is breezy...
Lay a soft and cozy quilt underneath the laundry lines
loaded with FRESHLY WASHED SHEETS,
and just lay my head on a pillow,
cover up,
close my eyes,
and take a nap
and camp out
underneath the flapping fabric
and stay there until they were all dry?

Something about the sound of it seems to be so soothing,
such a lullaby of its own,
that I've wished at times
I was little teensy and could lay in the fold of the sheet
and use it for my giant hammock
as it gently blew in the wind.
That I would be rocked to sleep by the motion.

But to sleep underneath the lines
on the fresh spring green grass
and listen to the


"flap
flap
flap
flutter
(still...)
flap
(still...)
flap
flap
flutter
flutter"
...

would

be

so

dreamy!

Line dried sheets
are a pleasure
reserved for
only those willing
to go to the trouble.

(We are greatly rewarded for our efforts.)

And...

A little story that will make you smile, it's so sweet!

I know someone that is six feet four inches tall
A manly man who has gone on a drive through Iraq
in gigantic Bradley tank wrecker
with his Army battalion and
is a mechanic who now that's he's home again
works on logging equipment
and lifts wrenches the length of a shovel
only many, many, many tens of pounds heavier
every single day.

You would never guess it,
but...
he loves to have his sheets dried on the line
and he invented a term for the heavenly smell
he lays on that night
when he pulls back the covers
and goes to bed
and I think it's the dearest thing
to know that a big, burly, manly man
calls them

"SUNSHINE
SHEETS"!


It's a term I'm going to borrow and it makes me SMILE.

So, do you like
SUNSHINE SHEETS?