I have so much to say about the joys and benefits of hanging laundry… the memories of the line between two pear trees in the backyard where I grew up, the way my mum would hang tea towels and shirts and sheets a certain way that seemed ridiculous to me at the time and how I now do it exactly as she did. How there are ever fewer lines in the world and where did they all go and why, and how delightful and healthy it seems whenever you see one, whenever you see a tiny slice of someone’s life on display… that sense of connection… if only by knickers and tee shirts.
Worth mentioning — the blankets in the pic were hung dry, simply to air. Another art form entirely.
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This almost brings a tear to my eye Carin, the hanging of laundry being so near and dear to my heart. And, yes ‘airing’ of blankets and such – thanks for photographing it and writing about it!
If you ever stop writing full time, pick up your camera! You have a gift!
I can smell the freshness in this so very refreshing shot! Thank you.