I can hang bed sheets on a line so that my sleep feels soft and outdoor fresh. Similar to camping. I feel like I get something for free when I hang sheets on a clothesline. Is it free or is it using well what I have? Not wasting resources.
Beauty is in the nose of the beholder.
You can't see the beauty, but you can smell it, feel it. Outdoor freshness is beauty. It's the morning dew, and the morning stillness from the night before. I can hear it. The trees rustling and the sheets flapping a soft dance. When I take the sheets in, I fold them carefully because the gravity has pressed them like they have been ironed. I put the rained earthy smelling sheet, still warm from the sun to my face.
This is what I can do beautifully.