Is it me or is there something quite enticing about sheets flapping in the breeze? I have memories of running through my grandmothers sheets as they hung on the line, the smell, the sun and the air concreting childhood memories in my brain that I would carry through to my own life as grandmother. My grandkids don’t have the same simple pleasure though, they are not interested in running through sheets on the line. Their interests lie more in driving the buggy and playing with the dogs which is more than ok, at least they are outside.
These old fashioned clothes lines are the best, they give plenty of room for plenty of washing and the air circulates freely around the washing. I have always loved these clothes lines, again, another childhood memory. My husband is gracious enough to build me one of these wherever we go and I am very grateful for that. Living on a farm affords us some of life’s simple pleasures which, in these current times is fast becoming, life’s greatest treasures.