Wash Day

It's one of those beautiful days 
One of those days perfect for washing and drying clothes, dangling from the doorway, our colors fly free.
A sweet Southern Breeze blows through the campground while the Sun warms the late February afternoon, giving us his radiant glow of a Pisces Transformation ... fish swim in both directs at once.

Water buckets emptied after wash day

Solar-powered clothes drier

Bunnies roam in both directions

The weather is already shifting, a gauzy layer of cloud-cover settles above us. We knew the change would come, but when the sun and wind are in accommodating positions, we do the same. The sun has arched across the sky, and will tuck himself behind the Alder tips.

With a bit of luck there will be enough warmth to get our clothes mostly dry, and more easily 'topped off' with a few minutes on the pole inside the kitchen, or over the heater.

Fish and Bunnies roam in both directions.
On Wash Day we do too.

Mahalo Ke Akua.



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