We are in the middle of summer. There is no mistaking it. The afternoon thunderstorms, the humidity, the bugs are all part of summer. And with the season, come chores that Olivia wants to help her grandfather with.
Today she is assisting me hang cloths on the line as the sun and heat makes short work of any moisture remaining in them. She hands me pin after pin as I arrange the clothing on the line. I sweep a cool, wet pillowcase across her face evoking a smile and request for another pass.
I, too, let the clothing touch my skin appreciating its cooling effects. The fresh smell of laundry contrasts that of a more earthy air that surrounds both of us. Together we get all the clothing out of the basket and on the line. Now it is time to play.
I roll a large ball down the hill and Oliva chases it bursting through a wall of laundry, gently moving in a slight breeze. We repeat this game of catch cementing a summer memory for me that I won’t forget.
