How I loved hanging out the washing on my clothesline! Then bringing in the sheets and towels softened by the summer breeze and carrying the scent of clover and fresh cut grass.
Seeing a clothesline gives me feeling of warmth and nostalgia. They always remind me of my mother’s very clear rules on how the clothes were to be hung. Yes it looked like art.
There is nothing like sheets hung to dry on a clothesline. We’re having some tree work done soon, and two of the diseased Beech trees hold my clothesline pulleys. I’m looking forward to finding two new trees to do the same…soon.
Better with sunshine
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How I loved hanging out the washing on my clothesline! Then bringing in the sheets and towels softened by the summer breeze and carrying the scent of clover and fresh cut grass.
Seeing a clothesline gives me feeling of warmth and nostalgia. They always remind me of my mother’s very clear rules on how the clothes were to be hung. Yes it looked like art.
There is nothing like sheets hung to dry on a clothesline. We’re having some tree work done soon, and two of the diseased Beech trees hold my clothesline pulleys. I’m looking forward to finding two new trees to do the same…soon.