Brings back both good and bad memories. Our neighbors use to love to start a burn pile anytime Mama would hang clothes out. She would have to hurry and get them in or they would smell like smoke.
I miss this too. However, I always get a chuckle when the neighbors behind us hang out their towels and then when she takes then down, you can tell they are as hard as boards.
My mom always hung our stuff out (except mine). We had a tree filled backyard and I couldn't stand the thought of ants on my stuff. I'm a dryer kind of girl although I do love the smell of clothes hung out.
I can hardly wait to hang the laundry up. Monday was a little chilly yet, although the neighbours have been hanging theirs for a few weeks already. I love the smell of line dried sheets.
This clothes line starts at my back door and crosses the yard. I love being able to do this, I love the fresh smell, and sight of them blowing gently inthe breeze. It makes me feel like a child again, helping my mother hang the wash.
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