I am glad I don’t live in one of the many towns and gated communities and wealthy neighborhoods in America where clotheslines are illegal. We love our clothesline, and when a big wind shows up as it did today, I can sit by the window and watch the clotheslines blow back and forth for hours.
Clotheslines reflect us, and it is true that is no fresher smell on a shirt than one dried in a big wind.
And that is one more thing we seniors have had to give up!
Clotheslines. Nothing better to lead to a restful sleep than crawling
in between sheets scented with sweet fresh air.
We always had clotheslines from the farm in Kansas to the city in California. We don’t have one now mom’s 94 and I 75 no strength. There’s no better smell not even Chanel Number 5. Jon this would make a fabulous nostalgic picture the colors are bright and vibrant just what you need to cheer ones day. I love reading about you and Maria the dogs cats chickens and all the animals on your farm. The Manson is a blessed home to live in and you are their Prince. All the new arrivals you care shows your never ending caring and kindness
The picture’s so cool. I thought it was a painting.
Love the photo!
It is a sign of spring- when I can hang my clothes out.
Love this memory. Great image.
Around 40 years ago, my Mom and Dad moved into a subdivision in Illinois that had an HOA that said NO clothes lines. My Mom, born and raised in NC, simply fought back by spreading wet clothes over bushes!!! She could have cared less what the HOA or the neighbors thought! Makes me laugh to think of it!