I owe SnakeMaster (my 13yo son) a treat. He found the the perfect place for our umbrella-style clothesline dryer: the metal-capped “hole” for the cylindrical post. It was under the portable fireplace. (Apparently, we prefer to allow the portable fireplace to rust in place.)
Yes, we have lived here for more than a year. I’ve managed to get the summer laundry dry by spacing out the loads and using a single clothesline stretched across the backyard. It’s actually my preferred method for drying most of our laundry, but there are some unmentionables that I’d prefer to not have on display for the man next door. Hanging them on the inner lines of the umbrella-style clothesline, surrounded by t-shirts or pillowcases on the outer lines, makes me feel like I am a little less on display. It’s all about how I choose to air my
dirty clean laundry. 😉
So I’m grateful for clotheslines that we installed and clotheslines (and a certain hole in the ground) that came with the house and the boy who found that “hole.”
There’s plenty to be thankful for in this season of transition. Sometimes you don’t have to look any further than your own backyard — especially if you have a husband who gardens. (I’m lucky that way.♥)
The end of summer means the end of fresh rhubarb. I think I can get one more pie out of these pink beauties.
Autumn around here means that the chopping block has seen a lot of action. The ground is covered with wood chips and the shed is filling up with logs that have been cut to fit the wood stove. I’m thankful for my husband; he has made sure that we will be warm this winter.