“Ooh, look at that one!” I exclaimed and pointed, my mouth slightly ajar. “I love that one.”
‘Tis true that our walks together over the past eighteen years have included gaping at properties we want, but we just bought our first bit of land this year so my husband replied, “That place is a mess! We just bought our own land!”
“No,” I pointed, “look at that clothes line!” I waved at it. My sign that I love it.
“In the spring,” Doug said.
I can’t wait! Oh, I know the wind has been gusting over 40 miles an hour the past few days and it is a balmy 26 degrees right now (minus windchill), and it is a strange time to be dreaming of clothes lines, but farmers and homesteaders live perpetually in the spring. I know just where I will put it.
This all began a very long time ago when our new (mind you- new) dryer crapped out on us again and smelled like it was going to catch fire. I rigged a makeshift rope across the yard to our very-nearby neighbor’s house in the suburbs. The next house didn’t have a dryer. The next house had the longest, oldest, sturdiest, most beautiful clothes line on the property. I even hand washed clothes on that property. The next one had a beautiful line as well. As did the friend we lived with complete with a buck who stayed near me while I hung clothes. (Rather enchanted place. I will be writing about that on my other blog OwlandWolf.home.blog.) We rigged a clothes line at the last house, but the new puppy pulled the clothes off and ate them. And here I am, in a lovely house- the nicest we’ve had- with a new dryer and longing for pins in my apron pocket. The smell of spring and soil and summer and sun upon the clothes as I hang them quietly in the fresh air, my eyes on the mountain ranges, listening to birds sing, and taking a moment to restore.
Work pre-electricity was a place of meditation, a time of prayer. Beading, sewing, washing, painting, farming, animal care, cooking, and hanging clothes were all ways of being in the moment. Mental health is associated with domestic chores.
In the meantime, I learned a rather good trick. In lieu of commercial fabric softener sheets, dampen a washcloth and sprinkle ten or so drops of lavender essential oil on it. Throw in with your clothes. It works great!
What are your laundry tricks?
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Oh I do love seeing linen line drying x
It is such a lovely sight!
“Farmers and homesteaders live perpetually in the Spring.” So true!
In praise of clotheslines: That’s why products like air freshers and fabric softeners are made to smell like “fresh linen”. Hang your linens on a clothesline and you’ll get that wonderful smell for free! Without the added chemicals. 😉
Ha! You are right!
I so agree! It’s the meditative quality I love about hanging clothes on the line. That, and listening to bird songs and feeling the sun on my skin and . . .
Yes, the birds make it so much nicer!