Growing up, my mother never used our clothes dryer...like ever. Every time she washed she would hang our clothes outside on a very large and long clothesline. In the winter, she would use the wooden fold up clothes racks that I'm sure you would see in Amish homes. I'm not sure why I'm writing this in the past tense, she still does this!
A few weeks ago, I had Ryan put up a line for us. I try do one load of wash a day to keep the hamper in check. I have friends who have a "wash day" where they'll do laundry all day and feel accomplished, but after that last shirt is folded and put away, the hamper is half full by the end of the day! I have just embraced the fact that laundry is an unending task that needs tending to regularly. But enough about my laundry habits, let's get back to the line.
Oh my glorious clothesline! I love it! I know not everyone reading this has the ability to have one in their yard, but if you can, DO IT! You save money by not using as much electricity, your laundry will smell amazing, and it's therapeutic. Yes, I said that right, it's therapeutic. To physically be outside on a sunny, breezy day and hang each article stirs something in my soul. It seems funny to write that, but it's true for me.
I promise you will see savings the first month you use it. I just got our electric bill today and it's $51 less than last month! Granted, we aren't running our air conditioner that much the past few weeks now that fall is here, but I know the clothesline has some influence in that as well.
Have you ever climbed into a bed with fresh off the line sheets? It not only feels amazing, but smells like clean should. We are so accustomed to a "clean smell" being made through synthetic fragrances. You must try Mother Nature's ancient scent...air! I'm not quite sure why it has a scent to it, but it does and is wonderful.
I can't say that I love the act of doing laundry, it's kind of just a necessary thing. However, being outside where I can hear birds chirping, the breeze gently waving my husband's shirts, and the sun shining down on my shoulders make it all worth it.
I leave you with this lovely poem that I came across a few months ago. It sums up my feeling towards clotheslines perfectly.
Ode to the Backyard Clothesline
by Juanita M. VernonYou’ll say I’m “quaintly countrified,”Old-fashioned — as you please.But I love the sight of fresh, clean laundryTossing in the breeze.To suspend each garment on the line,Then give the wind full play;To caress and gently fragranceIn that sweet “outdoorsy” way.They bask in sunny radiance,Towels neatly hung in rows;Snowy linens snapping crisply,Darling dancing baby clothes.And when at dusk I gather themI feel extremely blessedThat line-dried and sun-kissed cleanlinessClothes the ones that I love best.