Forget diamonds or flowers, Ed knows the real way to my heart - he built me a clothesline. Now that may not sounds like a big deal to most people, but trust me, it's major 'round here. You see, there are few things Ed hates worse than to see clothes hanging on a clothesline and we lived in our previous home for nearly four years with nary a post in the ground to even attempt a start at one - he's simply turned a deaf ear to my nagging. Three years of living here on the farm and I wasn't making much progress with him here either. I totally gave up hope of getting the traditional line - you know, two tree-like posts with several lines strung between them - but he finally conceded to use a wasted area between several trees that formed kind of a triangle. Because of the trees the boys don't play there, we can't drive there, and it's not really a walkthrough space to get anywhere. So he used fencing wire that we already had and a little gear looking thing so I can tighten up. He just went around the triangle of trees and viola! A really handy line where I can set my table up in the center of the triangle and hang at least three loads of laundry.

Be still my heart. He's so good isn't he?