We recently installed a clothesline outside in our backyard. While it was part of our ongoing efforts to green up our home and use less energy when we can, the unexpected benefit that I have discovered is that there is something so peaceful about hanging clothes on the line. With the wind at my back, and sometimes music in my ears (today it was Robert Plant & Alison Krauss’s “Raising Sand” album…highly recommend it), a wave of relaxation always seems to overcome me in a way that doing laundry inside just doesn’t. And there is no really great fast way of hanging heavy, wet laundry without potentially having it fall to the ground, so you are forced to slow down, if just for a moment.
M has also taken to sometimes running in and out of the sheets and has fun while I get the job done. In some ways, I feel like it connects M and me to our families that came before us who did not have the luxury of indoor dryers. Even though it was fifty or more years ago, I imagine there were many young children afoot when laundry day arrived, chasing the sheets just as M does now. With technology erasing so much of the way life “used to be” (often for good to be sure), I like it when there are some things that I know that just will not change over time that can connect me to my foremothers. Although I don’t think that I will be buying a washboard anytime soon though!
And sometimes, there is a bit of whimsy to be found too…
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