Look what I did yesterday.
Compare this to last year, when the first time I hung out laundry, was April 7th. Unless the weatherman is teasing us, it seems as if it will be an early spring.
Some of what you see there on the clothesline is ski garb. Ski socks and long johns. It is not often in this neck of the woods that it is cold enough to ski, but warm enough to hang out your laundry. The housewifely equivalent of sports lovers skiing and golfing on the same weekend.
Bring it on. It feels great.