It's laundry day again today, and I have Bob Dylan's song in my head, "The laundry, my friend, is blowin' in the wind, the laundry is blowin' in the wind". It kind of looks like Sherpa prayer flags, too doesn't it? I learned that if I leave my clothes out overnight, they get a faint comfy camp fire smell to them, from the neighbor's wood burning stove (I am SO jealous of their wood burning stove, by the way!)
You know how when you have an errant piece of clothing on your closet floor and you pick up and sniff it to determine if it's clean or dirty? Well, if it smells like camp fire smoke in our house, you know it's clean!
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