My Dearest Clothesline,
It saddens me as
much to write this letter as I’m sure it is to read it.
The summer of our time together is waning-I can feel the
coolness in your demeanor every time we are together. The carefree, sunshine
dappled joy that we shared, the joy I felt every time we got together has been
replaced with the cold steeliness and I feel that with every crisp autumn day
we are drifting apart.
Please don’t think I’m being fickle. I’ve attempted in
everyway I know how to fix our relationship and extend the season of our
friendship but at every turn you’ve clipped me short, leaving me frozen and
damp. I feel I’ve done all the heavy lifting in this relationship and you just
stand there and watch, you don’t even try to lift a finger. I was there when
your line snapped. I was there when you lost clips. I gave you the support you
needed. Now, however, the days are
growing shorter and I sense we are drifting apart.
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So, goodbye for now. I admit I have a new paramour, Dr. Yer. Yes, he’s not a naturalist as you
are, sometimes he strikes me as a bit artificial. Admittedly, sometimes his “natural scent” is
overwhelming. But he keeps me warm and dry all winter long. That is more than I
can say for you.
This is not a end. I’m pretty sure our paths will cross
again in the spring when the weather is better. Maybe we’ll find time to mend
our ways and see each other again.
Sincerely,
Ms. Laun Dry
Very sweet! You made me smile :-)
ReplyDeletebwa ha ha ha! love this.
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