All the clothes drying so formal, that we don't know if this trousers with their dropped leg are dancing West Side Story in a martial civil clothes parade or they are drunk still. May be this trousers are thinking they're still wearing a master's leg...
The river where clothes are washed, the grass on which they gets to clarer, the clothesline where they dry. And the cherry tree accompanies the cleaning cycle with its annual cycle, colouring the clothes and the one who washes them. But, you never wash the same...
They aren't hunging clothes up. They're crucifying them! What did they do wrong to deserve such penance....
But well written, in a hanger and matching tweezers. Even to talk by signs is better handwriting well. Or may be they want to ask for something....