A picture tells a thousand words....or none at all!
I walked right into this one! Just so happened my friend had his good camera with him, and has a good eye for photography. I always loved the image of clothes hanging on the line blowing in the wind. Stirs up all kinds of........things in me, but mostly, clothes on the line remind me of my mother. She'd hang clothes out ALL the time, no matter what the temperature, time of year, whether Rose's cows were out or not, except when it was absolutely pouring out! When it rained, the clothes were hung on the line, or wherever, in the kitchen by the stove. There were many times all of us ungrateful kids complained about the clothes smelling like manure, or being hard from the frost, or bleached from the sun, or full of spiders because mom had hung clothes out on the line. Never gave much thought to the trouble she went through to do just even laundry for 14 kids, using a wringer washer at that! Now, my own kids give me the same grief! It was bound to happen! I do use my own clotheseline as much as I can now, but am cautious about which way the wind is blowing (from the dairy farm or not), whether it is very dry outside, and if it is warm. I admit the dryer is very, very convenient and fast and I haven't got the stamina my mother had. We have all the luxuries now and have no room to complain about doing household chores! (but we still do).
Anyway, seeing clothes on the line is very calming and peaceful and just thought I would share this awesome picture with everyone.