Laundry Day...well DAYS
Wash on Monday,
Iron on Tuesday
Mend on Wednesday
Churn on Thursday
Clean on Friday
Bake on Saturday
REST ON SUNDAY!
Many of you know of my love of hanging laundry outside to dry. We are into our fourth month of not using an electric dryer. At first I was not sure if I could handle it, but now it's become a routine and we appreciate the lower power bills and the fresh, windblown laundry.
As spring approaches each year I move from my indoor drying racks to my clothesline. Shortly after we moved into this house I fashioned a temporary clothesline from a tree to a nail on the wooden fence. My dear husband commented that I needed a 'real' clothesline and gifted me with nice while vinyl clothesline poles and four lines. My mother-in-law's first comment was "why would you NEED four lines." I laugh now as I see four lines of laundry flapping in the breeze. It sure doesn't take long to fill up those lines.
|My favorite clothespin bag|
My dear husband tells tales of his boyhood and hanging out diapers on the clothesline in the freezing cold. His little hands were so cold and the diapers froze on the line. Growing up in an Old Order Amish home, this was the routine. Being the oldest child he quickly learned that he was Momma's helper. I smile when I think of that little Amish boy who is now my husband. (No, he doesn't help with laundry now! tee hee )
|Everyone needs a little Yorkie to watch you work!|
I like to listen to the sounds of our little village when I'm at the clothesline. If I'm early enough I can hear the sounds of work trucks and semis on the nearby state route. Birds singing. The clock tower chiming the hour from the courthouse. If school is in session I might hear the school children playing from a few blocks away. An occasional airplane if it's aerial planting time. For the most part our skies are clear with no chemtrails from aircraft. It is also a good time to pray!
I find you so close to me right here, dear Lord.