Is it me?

Is it me? Or am I the one of the lonely who still feel comfort in hanging my clothes on a real clothesline? For me, it gives me time to take things down a notch. To feel the warmth of the sun on my skin and hear the birds sing. To see flowers growing in my backyard in different stages of their lifecycles. And more importantly, time to reflect. Listen to my inner thoughts that the busyness of life drowns out during the day. A time to reconnect with my thoughts and to visit memories of my childhood and to somehow feel connected to generations of the women of my family. My clothesline ... a simple but complex blessing of my life.