Hanging laundry on an outside clothesline. That was one of my favorite things to do when my children were little. It is something I haven’t done for many years.
The fact that my clothes lines are nestled in the shade of our tall oak trees is partly to blame. The clothes take a long time to dry. The lack of time because I was working full time is partly to blame. Then of course I was working full time, going to college and raising three kids. That is definitely partly to blame. Let’s see. Laziness is partly to blame. It is much quicker to pop that clothing into the electric dryer sitting next to the washing machine. For whatever reason, for many years I got away from hanging my laundry on my outside clothesline. But lately I’ve been making the treck outside every time the weather cooperates. It has become one of my favorite simple pleasures.
I love the fresh outdoor scent! I know, that sounds like a commercial, but it is true. And I love feeling that maybe I am actually doing something good for our environment for a change.
Another of my simple pleasure is working outside.
I especially like working outside when we work together.
In December, 2007, we had a deadly ice storm in Missouri. Trees were downed in just about any direction you could look. Our place looked like a war zone. And two years later we are still cleaning up the fallen and dead trees.Yesterday was a perfect day for tackling the job. We’ve had a lot of rain these past few weeks and the wind wasn’t blowing, so we could safely build a fire. And we had help! Travis and Dakota were spending a few days with us. Of course we put them to work. We’re no dummies!
Even with a broken hand, Travis hauled a lot of wood to the pile. We managed the larger logs by him taking one end and me the other. It is amazing what can be accomplished when there are two working as one. We had to burn many logs because they had lain in the field so long, they were full gummy and full of bugs. So sad.
Dakota was a big help. It was amazing how much better he worked once we got the fire going. Somehow it is just a lot more fun to throw a branch on a burning fire, rather than on just a wood pile. I haven’t figured that out yet, but I know it is true!
Back and forth and back and forth… I was worn out watching them from my out of the way perch on a big rock.
Never fear. There was some good wood left to saw up for next winter’s fires in the wood stove. And this is the tip of the iceberg. We have tons of wood left to deal with.Life is good! What is one of your simple pleasures?