My favourite room in the house is my covered porch. It’s a living room, dining room, library and laundry room and solarium all rolled up into one special space. Today it’s the laundry room.
I don’t have a clothes line yet. For now, I use a laundry rack. And I dry the sheets and towels over the railing. They benefit from a bit of solar bleaching, too.
It smells really nice, sitting out here surrounded by the smell of fresh laundry drying in the sun. And it feels kind of cozy and secret, the way the sun filters through the cotton.
Sitting here on the porch swing watching the laundry dry reminds me of being a little girl. I loved walking between the lines of damp laundry on the line, my hands trailing along the lines of cool drying sheets…a secret hide-away.
Misty certainly isn’t complaining.
Do you have childhood memories of laundry drying on the line?
3 Replies to “Watching the laundry dry”
I would not want to live in a place where you could not have a clothesline. Hard to believe but it exists! It’s one of my favourite ‘chores’ haha – I get annoyed if anyone else hangs out the wash! There is nothing like that sunny smell.
I do not, but I dried laundry on the line when my boys were growing up and am blessed to have a laundry line here. I love to dry the sheets and towels on the line…the scent is like no other! 🙂 Loved this post 🙂 I see that you are a Laundry Goddess too, lol 🙂
Oh, absolutely have those memories! I loved seeing lines of laundry hung out, with underwear always in the middle so it was hidden. =) I remember after one of my mother’s cancer operations, it was a HUGE deal the day she could reach up to hang clothes on the line, too. =)