We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
This photo was on the morning of the 4th, before I got the rest of my hosed-down camo life jackets and my vast assortment of hosed-clean blaze-orange shooting stuff, some waxed and some not, hanging up on this thing to be dried and refreshed in the sunshine.
That basement flood was rough on my gear (much of which was on or near the floor), and it all needed a serious, high-powered hosing-down -not a washing machine. It got most of the mold and dirt out, but everything needed a good long sunshine treatment.
Maybe I need a real outdoor clothes line, like my Mom has. She hates to sleep on sheets that have not hung in the New England sun, summer or winter. That old Yankee gal believes that sun on your sheets gives you good dreams, and the thick scent of the Berkshire wild thyme helps.
Bird Dog ... We used to have a collapsible "clothes tree" for outdoor clothes drying. It was four sided, with multiple lines on each side, and could accommodate quite a lot of clothes on each side. When everything was dry, it was lifted out of its steel socket in the lawn and stored easily in the garage. That way, careless little kids playing in the twilight wouldn't find themselves garroted by an invisible clothesline.
Mmmm fresh sun dried sheets--they are a delight! In the winter when it is too wet to dry I iron them--trying to get the same memory (it helps a little). On sunny days in the winter when the temperature is well below freezing--I bring em in from the clothesline--stiff as a board! They cannot put the smell of sunshine into a candle, a spray bottle, or anything else--but the memory!
At age 72 I have never been without a clothesline for sheets, airing blankets and quilts, and the finish drying of jeans and other heavy items. If you hang linens straight they are better than ironed and my linen closet smells so good. Whoops, forgot, back in the 60's while living in student housing as my husband pursued his Phd I had no clothesline.