One of my great joys in summer: hanging clothes on the line. It reminds me of childhood and playing in the back yard on a perfect summer morning while my mother picked each shirt or towel or pillowcase out of the wicker basket and hung them one by one on the line. This was way back, before she had an electric dryer, and that’s what women did. Hanging clothes has nothing to do with computers or phones or managing multiple levels of life and work. It’s being in the sun and participating in life. And for the last few glorious summer days, I’ve had this little companion. She just sits there on the clothesline, unintimidated as I hang the clothes around her, and seems to watch me. Dragonfly days.