Hanging laundry.
We live up here in rural Maine, where the air is fresh. The temperatures have been 60's - 70's, with not much rain. Out behind the house, I have a clothesline. I really enjoy hanging the laundry on a good day. Oh sure, I could just throw them in the dryer, but I enjoy the process of picking each piece from the basket, and organizing it on the line to dry. I try to put matching socks together, and I always hang pants by the bottoms, so the waistband (which is the thickest part) will be free to blow in the breeze to dry. T-shirt must be hung by the bottom, or you'll get the pinch marks on the shoulders. I even hang my towels out, and they come back pretty soft.
Sophia puts on her stinky rubber boots (no socks, which is mostly why they're stinky) & plays on her sandpile while I hang, and the pups roam around and often wrestle with each other. On a good day I will hang and dry three large loads of laundry. (Today was a good day!)


Oh, the stain on the towel in the top picture? Don't pretend you didn't notice... Diesel lifted his leg and peed on it. Yeah. I was one unhappy camper. He's the male pup, and he pees on everything it would seem. Mr. 'Mark my territory.' We raised the clothesline after that... I dare him to try that again!