Friday, May 7, 2010

Blowing In The Wind

It's been an unusually windy day, the kind of day which is perfect for hanging out the washing.


What is it about washing billowing in the breeze on a washing line ?

Is it not just so gloriously suburban and romantic, to see white pillowcases and children's clothes, strung out in rows, telling us that this is a house where it's occupants are loved and cared for ?

Lacy underwear, towels and sheets, soccer shorts, table linens; it's so uninhibited, and they tell volumes about the occupants of the house they are adorning.....


"The maid was in the garden, hanging out the clothes
When down came a blackbird and pecked off her nose.
She made such a commotion that little Jenny Wren
Came down into the garden and pegged it on again."

14 comments:

~Kim at Golden Pines~ said...

As always, a sweet verse!!
There's nothing like the smell of clothes that have been hanging outside! You certainly do not get that from a fabric-softener sheet!! ;-)

Stickhorsecowgirls said...

I have not had a clothesline in years. It was part of my growing up--V's, too. Smelled so wonderful. We never had one of those little clothespin bags that hung on the line...always thought they were great, and my friends had them! Thanks for evoking those wonderful memories. C

L. D. Burgus said...

It is an interesting part of our history when clothes dryers didn't exist. It is a great outdoor smell when you bring them in to fold.

becky at abbeystyle said...

Charming...I've been having some of the same thoughts recently...

Marilyn said...

Lovely images of domesticity...and as everyone says, the smell that cannot be duplicated. Old fashioned is good sometimes...very good. Lacy knickers and tea towels all in a row...

W. Latane Barton said...

I had not thought of that little verse in too many years to mention.

I love wash hanging out to dry and blowing in the wind. Oh, the fresh smell when you take them down and hold them to your nose.

bennie and patsy said...

I remember having a cute clothes pinbag that mother made me and hanging out the wash in the back yard and I could hear the children at the school playing out side. Will I guess I dated myself.
LOL Patsy

Barbara Anne said...

Does anyone remember bringing frozen bedsheets inside after they were on the clothesline on a frosty day?

I also miss having a clothesline and the unforgettable fragrance of sunshine in washables. I still have my mother's clothespin bag.

We're blowing in the wind today in Virginia, clothesline or not!

Hugs!

Sandra said...

I have not seen clothes on a line in many years. i have a friend who wanted one to frame, I have looked and not seen, now I have. maybe i could take aphoto of my dryer with the clotehs hanging out. ha ha

Bernideen said...

Your photo is lovely! I have missed the smell of clothes that have hung out! Especially sheets!

Marydon Ford said...

Haven't heard that diddy since a child ... love the memories of the fresh wash blowing in the wind ... I still hang out my wash! Love that heavenly fresh scent to curl up in ...

Have a wonderful Mother's Day weekend.
TTFN ~ Hugs, Marydon

Star said...

and a wonderful smell to the washing when it comes in, especially the sheets!
We are not allowed to hang washing on our balconies so I have to use the dryer - hence my post on the fabric softeners etc.
I love how you always find an appropriate rhyme to go with your posts, Jo.
Blessings, Star

Brit/Lit Addict said...

I too share a love of clothes hanging outside during the summer months. Unfortunately, I don't even have a clothesline now which kind of makes me wanting for one upon seeing your photo. There is nothing like getting into a freshly made bed at night where the sheets have been hanging outside and you have just shaved your legs ~ it is one of the best feelings in the world!

Frugal Life UK said...

I don't own a drier, but then many of us Brits don't. I always manange to dry clothes outside, even in the depths of winter, I'll pick a dry but windy day and blow the worst of the wet out and then brings then in and hang the clothes on a clothes horse. I love the crispiness of cotton clothes and sheets and the crunchiness of bath towels.