Yesterday I brought my clothes in from the clothesline. Anyone still use those?
My mother taught me, when I was a little girl, how to hang clothes and that fresh, wonderful smell always brings back those memories to me. We lived in the suburbs so the way
you put the clothes on the line was important, in a particular order, because the neighbours would see it.
I still remember that, I still sort the clothes before I hang them, they are all in order and uniform, colourfully blowing in the breeze and soaking up all that fresh air. I love the slightly scratchy towels (and they absorb better when you use them after a shower!) and the smell of my sheets at night.
Such a simple thing, but powerful in memories.