I don't know why, but there is something very zen-like about hanging laundry outside. The smell of the fresh linens, blowing in a breeze; pulling down sun-dried clothes, all warm and full of sunshine. It makes me very happy. I've always kinda had a thing for laundry, probably ever since my college roommate told me I was the best laundry folder she had ever seen (except for fitted sheets, I always end up kinda balling them into a lump...) And I always liked it when my mom would dump the fresh-out-of the-dryer laundry on top of me on the bed. So I'll admit it: I like laundry. It's about the only household chore I like. I'm not especially good at vacuuming and dusting, or cleaning out the bath tub, and don't even get me started on doing dishes, but I'm alright at laundry. Especially the outdoor kind.