Though it is mundane, this is a glimpse at how laundry works at our house. I don’t wash my clothes in a river. I don’t even wash my clothes by hand. I have a little front loader machine that has served me well for 7 years.
After the load is finished I climb the steps to the roof and get to behold the beauty of a sunny day!
On certain days I can see just a small corner of the ocean. It’s tiny but I love it because I know it’s near. Sometimes storks fly overhead. I sing on the roof. I pray on the roof while I hang up the clothes.
Now you know my dirty laundry!