Romanticising Home Life | pt. 7

The Washing Line...

The Washing Line

It doesn’t get used as much as I’d like. It’s small and the winter has been wet so most of the time our washing is drying on airers in the hallway. But when the weather is warm it is a nice place to come, hang the washing, watch the trees and listen to the birds. Roo often comes with me, dump truck at the ready, to fill with the rocks that cover the ground down that side of the house. He hands me pegs, collects sticks, and sometimes tries to throw dirt into the clean wet washing. It’s a nice little spot for a breather. A moment of calm. Or sometimes a challenge to get the washing hung up as quickly as possible because dirt is entering the basket, or the baby has just woken up.