Monday, May 17

Line Drying

Of all the household tasks, this is the one that brings me the most satisfaction.

Clean and bright, like flags in the wind, all in order, sheets with sheets, big towels, then smaller ones, and finally the wash cloths. No perfumed fabric softener can compare with the smell of laundry freshly dried in the pristine Yukon air. Our house is on an old Canadian Air Force base, and each house once had a grey painted wooden stoop to reach the clothesline on pulleys that ran from the front of the house to a big iron T-post at the edge of the street. There are a few of us that still use them, but more and more they are disappearing as the electric clothes dryer permanently takes their place, and children will grow up never smelling fresh air dried clothing.