I never thought of doing laundry in quite this way. Of course, I do not have a yard. It is the drier for me. But this poem makes hanging laundry a pleasant event.

A very nice poem.

Hi – I liked your poem and can imagine that – the fresh smell and the sunshine

That’s a lovely poem. I felt I was there with you hanging the laundry out.

I love the smell of clothes dried outside! I don’t like the stiffness though, so I’m glad I have a choice. I will usually put clothes dried outside in the dryer on fluff for a few minutes.

It seems that we’re going backwards in time with our fabrics. Most of of our clothes these days have to be washed by hand and laid flat to dry.

Pam, you make me wish for a clothes line to hang my clothes out. I did for years and nothing smells so good as laundry taken in from the clothes line.

Nice poem, I could almost feel the breeze on my face.

Oh yes, I miss my clothes line.

I agree there is something pleasant about watching laundry blow in the wind, fresh and clean. It alson brings back many memories.

Nicely done! Those who enjoy simple things will always find much joy in life.

I always love hanging out clothes. Somedays, I have so much to do it is my only excuse to get out of doors! Nice poem.

This is something I look forward to doing one day, hanging clothes from a clothes line.

Another lovely poem, and I can relate to your experience.

I hate hanging laundry or doing the ironing…but your poem makes it seem like it’s a lovely thing to do and the watercolour is awesome!

beautiful!