If anyone would have told me as a teenager that one day I would love the sight of laundry hanging on the line, I would have told them that clearly they were mistaken. Why would I ever spend time thinking about such things??? But I do. While I try and hang some laundry out in the winter, for the most part it hangs on our bannister upstairs, on the shower rods and anywhere else it will fit. Today was the first day this year that it was hung outside and actually dried in one day. And it smells great in the house. Like fresh air. After a long season of closed up windows, of course I would look forward to spring, and one of the main harbingers I know of....laundry flapping in the breeze.
There you have it. It is out there. I love laundry hanging on the line.
