Sheets hang on an old twined rope
the air is filled with apple blossom scent
As the tree brings forth its flower
In hope of some fruit
Waiting for the branch to be heavy laden
presses down on my old washing line
The sheets full of blossom smells
are swaying in the scented air
This is my garden
My woman’s work
I have somehow found pleasure
in such things
I like it Vee!!!! Especially the part about ‘woman’s work’!
You know, I used to abhor the dreaded task of laundry until an older lady told me she loved doing laundry…after that I looked at those sheets and diapers on the line differently. That’s when I found beauty in clean crisp bleached cotton diapers all in a row….blowing in the wind. And it would be especially worth while if they ended up smelling like apple blossoms! Wonderful!
What a beautiful picture! I can almost smell it! I will always be amazed that a red bud can turn into a white flower! Kind of like our sins being made white as snow…that reminds me, I was just reading today about Rosh Hashana and Yom Kippur …
“Tradition states that a cord of red wool was tied on the horn of the scapegoat, before it was let go in the wilderness. When the red wool turned white, it was a sign that God forgave the people’s sin. Come now, and let us reason together, saith the LORD: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool (Isa. 1:18).”
That’s from this website:
http://www.biblicalholidays.com/messiah_in_yom_kippur.htm
Well now I’ve taken up quite a big spot on your blog. Sorry for rambling on…but I do like this post!