It's blowing mightily, today, and I am taking full advantage of the gift of both sunshine and wind! March is still a month away, but the gusts on this Groundhog Day, are lively, causing my clothes to dance on the line. They look happy! The legs of the jeans seem to be doing the polka!
I love washing that is dried outside. It smells divine! When you bring the clothes basket inside, its perfume wafts gently throughout the house. No so-called air freshner can compare!
I don't own a dryer. Wouldn't want one. When MM was building our house, we consulted about the need to have one. Why, we wondered, would two people with no children and no outside jobs, need such a greedy home appliance? Besides, not having a dryer encourages better planning. And it certainly saves electricity, not having one. Of course, we own more than one pair of jeans, several workshirts apiece, and multiple pairs of socks and undergarments. So, the dryer was crossed off the list of needed appliances and I've never been sorry.
Admittedly,getting a washing dried on the line during the winter months can be challenging. We do have the luxury of not needing most things quickly. So during really cold weather, I set up the old wooden drying rack near the woodstove and hang the clothes on it. I've seen several houses that have "rungs" between beams for just such adaptations. But there's nothing like the smell of the out-of-doors, brought in, when winter loosens its grip just enough to hang the laundry outside.