Laundry…a cup of linen bleach. A cup of lavender and vanilla soap. The gushing, rushing sound of water I did not drag uphill from a creek. The pleasant grinding inner workings of a machine I did not build…doing the work I do not wish to do.
Presto! All is magically white again…sheets and towels and socks and flowy things…all done! Gone are days of struggling over a scrub board or banging wet rags on a rock. Women squatting and laboring in blazing sun over clothing I would never wear…using water I would never dare touch.
Complain about laundry? Considering it all…the answer should always be…never. For I am awash in linen and lavender and vanilla and I have never really done a hard day’s work in my entire lavender petaled life…not really.
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