12 Jul

…cleanliness does not always equal happiness (though sometimes i catch myself, thinking that this is so), because this just might have been ella’s most favorite part of the weekend. at one point, while running through  these puddles as fast as she could, she tripped and fell forward into the mud. she got up, took off her wet jacket, looked at me and said, ‘more?’. tough little kid…

…and me being me, well, i’m happy for my washing machine, for the clothesline and the sun and wind and soap that gets things clean again. for a little while…


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