I remember my great Nanna Greenwood hanginging her fresh laundry out on a line like this and a pet mountain duck would follow her around the backyard :-) memories

Basic clothesline post, but this whole scene looks kind of idyllic. I'd take a seat there to read a book while waiting for sheets or clothes to dry.

I seldom used a dryer except in the winter...the clothes smelled so sweet and fresh on the line; especially the sheets. Mmmm!

17 Things Our Grandparents Did When “Green” Was Just A Color. This made me want to hang a clothesline. I can still remember the smell of my sheets my mom would hang dry outside, and it is such a great smell! Why don't I use a clothesline?

...being able to hang the wash outside on the clothesline...

I can still smell our laundry hanging in the sunshine, bleached white, with blueing added for extra whiteness. I hear the squeak of the clothesline reel, the fluttering of the clothes in the breeze. Laundry was an all-day event. Ironing was on Tuesday.

My house may be cluttered at times, but guests have always loved the smell of my home and the fresh sheets. Nothing replaces the great fresh air in Northern Maine off the Aroostook River.

D-is for Dresses photo by lovely little lady, August 18, 2010 (and it's a lovely photo!)

Clothes line. Before dryers we all had to hang our clothes on the line! Even in winter in snow and I remember mom bringing in the clothes, stiff as a board because they froze and she would iron them dry.