Laundry Lines

For, oh about 3 years, or since about 3 days after we moved into our house, I have wanted clotheslines.  Given that we live on about the windiest section of land not located on a coast, it seemed only natural to take advantage of wind power to dry our laundry.  Instead though I've resorted to draping clothes over the backs of chairs and over our porch railings, only to have to run into the yard, chasing blowing laundry, as soon as it dries just enough to catch in the wind.

But, finally, I was gifted a brilliant set of poles and lines!  Slipping between sun-dried sheets at the end of the day is just as glorious as your childhood nostalgia has led you to believe that it is.  And, best yet, I can run 3 or 4 loads of laundry and only use the dryer once for a few things, rather than for every load!

My number one helper is a big fan of laundry outside.

Here, she demonstrates that by getting into the basket, one can more effectively hang it.

She's also pretty handy at doling out clothespins as needed.

Sheets blowing in the breeze

nothing sweeter than tiny laundry hanging out to dry

I love this face.

We have a dog again.  Well, sort of.  We are dog-sitting for the week.

Nat and Turner, while not always on the same page about how best to play with one another, 

have come to an understanding.  I think they might both be a little lost 

when T-dog has to go back home.