
25/06/2025
No spin cycle, no scented beads β just sunshine, clothespins, and a quiet afternoon. πππ§Ί
Back when laundry day meant bare feet in the grass, babies in the basket, and neighbors catching up between the lines. The scent was real, the breeze was free, and the rhythm of the day moved with the wind.
Simple chores. Shared moments. Fresh in every sense of the word.