All my adult life I've wanted a clothesline. My grandmother had one and I loved hanging clothes out to dry with her. "Mac" had a washing machine right in her kitchen and a large aluminum dish pan she used to carry wet clothes to the line. I'd give anything if I had a picture of her at her clothes line.
I'll have to be honest though, sometimes her towels were stiff as a board. In later years she started using that new stuff -- fabric softener. After that her towels were a "soft" kind of stiff. I happened to like stiff towels. I've never been better exfoliated in my life...So, after living in a dozen neighborhoods hooked on restrictions (one being no clotheslines) I'm finally here, a place where I do anything I want.
First on a long list of atrocities was chickens, check. Next was my very own clothesline, check.
I did have one restriction of my own -- it had to be cute -- so I cut the cross boards a little curvy and added a "watch bird" for....... protection. Yeah, that's right, protection.
I don't know what the other birds think of him but I think he's wonderful...
Sheets on the line...
Life is good.
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*Metamorphosis Monday - Between Naps on the Porch
Made By You Monday - Skip To My Lou
*The House In The Roses
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