Laundry as an art form

We have a dryer in the new house but we’re not using it because we also have two clotheslines that hang between trees and double as an ant highway. I could write an entire essay about drying clothes on a line, and what it has unlocked within me, and maybe I will.

Suffice it to say for now that this has become a life “chore” that both Eric and I enjoy so much we practically fight to take turns hanging the clothes out in various arrangements and color themes. Drying them in the sun is faster than using the actual dryer (which was shocking to me) and the clothes both smell and feel better. I feel like I’m wearing something energetically alive.