March 23, 2014

laundry line love

laundry line

My heart sings when I see a line of washing, pegged out and blowing in the breeze: it’s a timeless, homely and oddly cheering sight.  I love the way that the light shines through the translucent fabrics, and I revel in the gloriously fresh, unmistakable line-dried scent. Hanging washing on a line has always been an everyday pleasure for me. In the case of this particular washing line, perched atop the Cotswold hills, it’s the idea of a laundry line with a view that I love so much. I’ve driven past this spot a number of times, and today, as the colours glowed in the setting sun, I persuaded my long-suffering husband to stop the car so that I could jump out and snap a quick picture on my phone. Such a common domestic scene: the washing, the pegs, the basket. I see beauty in its simplicity.

What could be more spring-like than a line of washing, flapping as it dries in the sunshine? I am almost ashamed to admit it, but after many years of washing lines, our current garden has only a rotary dryer (the horror!) This year, however, I am declaring enough to be enough and I am determined to put up a line of my own.

I make no secret of it. I have a long-standing love affair with laundry lines.

11 thoughts on “laundry line love

  1. Kerry

    There’s nothing like the beauty of a line of fresh laundry flapping in the breeze and that SMELL of the sun and wind when you crawl into bed! Simple pleasures indeed!

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  2. driftwood

    so lovely. My daughter gets dreadful hayfever and the advice we’ve been given includes not drying the laundry on the line…………… makes me sad…….

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  3. The Coffee Lady

    As the proud owner of a lovely washing line, I can only agree. Time is the problem – time to watch the stuff flapping in the breeze, even for a minute, instead of abandoning half the socks in the trug and running back inside in order to get out of the house on time.

    I miss those days – they seem only yesterday, but are seven or eight years ago in truth – when I would stand and survey my line full of nappies, and feel like the best person In The World.

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  4. katie

    I considered myself officially grown up when I would step outside on a spring morning, blue skies, warm breeze, and my mind declared it a perfect drying day. We have a line that is, alas, rendered unusable by the fact that the fence it is attached to is on the verge of collapse. New fence this summer, and then new line, I know which I am more excited about!

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