Today I am celebrating the humble washing line. It's my garden's best feature, when flapping with dish towels and pillowcases. It's the one thing that made me feel that we'd bought a home rather than just a house. We had a washing line - we'd finally made it. It's educational too. My little boy has learned a lot about colours as he passes the bright pegs up to me.
I have no specific technique, other than I must flap the wet clothes about three times before pegging them and I can't resist burying my face in the sheets to inhale that amazing fresh sweet smell when they're dry. You just don't get that from the tumble drier.
I wonder if it's one of those things that we used to watch our mothers or grandmothers do from a very early age and is just, well, comforting?
Our washing line on holiday at Cromarty.
Comforting...that is the exact word. I had to smile when you wrote about burying your face in sheets, I do that all the time with sheets and towels. I love sliding into bed with lined dried sheets....smells like sunshine! Looks like a wonderful peaceful place to holiday. Have a beautiful day! Heather
Posted by: Heather | 08/04/2009 at 09:24 PM