I wish the laundry had been more colorful on the afternoon I took this picture, but I planned on blogging later that day (I didn't), and this load was all I had to go with. We finally put up our clothesline, and hanging out laundry has been one of my great pleasures this summer. We've had such hot weather, the clothes dry in no time.
We've had a dry summer, so I always try to have a load to hang when there's the slightest chance of rain. How better to lure a shower or two our way? You can see from the grass and parts of the vegetable garden how dry it's been.
I bought the clothesline last year, but it took a full 12 months to get it up. That's how things work around here. Slow turn-around times. I'm not good at quick changes. But eventually I get things the way I want them (or almost). I am trying to live greener. This summer has made me more fearful about global warming than ever. The weather has been erratic. I've been researching: what can we do? Turn off the lights, turn down the AC. Dry your clothes outside. Buy locally as much as possible.
I'm trying. The trick for me is to stay hopeful. Sometimes I feel like giving up. How will we ever wean ourselves off of oil? It's going to take a major restructuring of how we live. Will little changes like drying clothes on the line really add up?
I will say this: hanging out the wash is a pleasure. Maybe it wouldn't feel that way if it wasn't a choice. I can imagine how it might seem a burden, especially back in the day when everything had to be ironed after you brought it in off the line. But I find the whole process a delight, from the snap of the wooden clothespins to folding the clothes as they come off the line.
I dry the socks and underwear on a rack on the porch. It's a humble little scene and always makes me laugh.
Does my rain dance work? I can tell you that since I started hanging the laundry on the line out back we've had more rain than we had total the month before. Last night I had to run home from a baseball game to beat out a storm and get the wash in.
I'm a writer and a stay-at-home mom who keeps meaning to mop the floors because I think it would make me happy if I did. I love books and music and writing, spend entirely too much time in the dentist's chair (I bet I have more crowns than you do), and used to think I was sort of bohemian, but now I wonder. No tattoos. Minivan. That story.