Just Hanging Around

I grew up hanging clothes outside to dry on a clothesline on all but the rainiest stormiest days.  It was a routine summer chore for a family of five–there was almost always a load or two a day to wash and hang outside, then to gather in and fold into piles before the air and clothes grew moist with evening dew.  I would bury my little girl face in the pile of stiff towels and crispy sheets to breathe in the summer breezes–still apparent when pulled from the shelf days later.

On our farm, until this summer, we’ve not had a consistent spot for our clothesline so I had gotten out of the habit of hanging them up wet and pulling them down dry.  We decided the time had come to use less dryer energy and more solar energy, so the line went back up this year.

I’ve discovered modern bath towels are not meant for clothesline drying–they are too plush, requiring the fluffing of a dryer to stay soft and pliant.  On the clothesline they dry like sandpaper, abrasive and harsh.  I’ve heard a few complaints about that from my tender-skinned children.  I’ve decided it is good for us all to wake up to a good buffing every morning, smoothing out our rough edges.

We live in a part of the county up on an open hill with lots of windy spells, but those breezes carry interesting smells from the surrounding territory that the drying laundry absorbs like a sponge.  On the good days, it may be smells of blooming clover from the fields, baking cinnamon Amish friendship bread or bacon frying in the house, or the scent of apple and pear blossoms during a few spring weeks.  On more odiferous days, manure spreading and wood stove burning results in an earthy odor that serves as a reminder of where we live.  It isn’t all sunshine and perfume all the time–it can be smoke and poop as well.

The act of hanging up and gathering in the laundry is an act of faith.  It is trusting, on the cloudy days, that gravity and wind will render all dry and fresh.  It is knowing, after the unexpected cloudburst soaks everything, or a constant drizzle keeps it soppy, there will be eventual reprieve.   Clothesline drying is for the patient among us.

If I am in too much of a hurry,  I’ll surely end up buffed and smoothed, my rough edges made plain.

4 thoughts on “Just Hanging Around

  1. and will you be hanging out the laundry in the winter when Mt Baker wil send her Northeaster off the glacier.freezing them solid?

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  2. And sometimes… when the trees and grass are littering the air with their microscopic bits of pollen, I bring in my laundry and sneeze the whole night through. One must use discernment in hanging.

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  3. When my children were small, before I began work full-time, I hung all of our clothes on the line – but we live in the city and don’t have those country smells you write of. But my in-laws, who lived next door to a chicken farm, hung all of their clothes on the line and I know well what you mean about the smells and the roughness of the towels.
    I always loved the act of shaking out the clothes and linens and pinning them up on the line.

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  4. I continue to enjoy your writing, Emily. You were a gift to teach and you remain a gift that continues giving.

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