Driving the neighborhood today I couldn’t miss what has become a rare sight – sheets drying in the breeze. What a heartwarming sight those pristine white sheets and pillowcases were! This clear, blue April morning was a perfect day to pin laundry to a line stretched between two poles.
My senses immediately recalled the wonderful fresh smell of air-dried linens. I used to say if I were rich and had household help that every night I would sleep under fresh, lined-dried sheets. How long has it been since I’ve indulged in that feeling? And, why? I have a clothesline in the back yard. The effort of carrying the sheets upstairs from the laundry room isn’t more than I can manage. How easy it’s been to fall into the use of “modern” conveniences.
I remember when our family was moving to a new house in 1955. A built-in automatic washer was supposed to be a selling point. At the time my Mother used a Maytag wringer washer and two wash tubs for our family of four. Instead of being excited about the new machine she feared that she’d, “Miss having my hands in the water.” She loved the hands-on process of wash day.
I’m not trading my washer for a wringer but I may just carry the next laundered sheets to the backyard to flap in the breeze. I’ll dream of falling asleep to the embracing scent of freshness and comfort.