Clotheslines

                                                  A clothesline was a news forecast

                                                  To neighbors passing by

                                                  There were no secrets you could keep

                                                  When clothes were hung to dry

                                                  It also was a friendly link

                                                  For neighbors always knew

                                                  If company had stopped on by

                                                  To spend a night or two

                                                  For then you'd see the "fancy sheets"

                                                  And towels upon the line

                                                  You'd see the "company tablecloths"

                                                  With intricate design

                                                  The line announced a baby's birth

                                                  From folks who lived inside

                                                  As brand new infant clothes were hung

                                                  So carefully with pride

                                                  The ages of the children could

                                                  So readily be known

                                                  By watching how the sizes changed

                                                  You'd know how much they'd grown

                                                  It also told when sickness struck

                                                  As extra sheets were hung

                                                  The nightclothes and a bathrobe too

                                                  Haphazardly were strung

                                                  It also said, "Gone on vacation"

                                                  When lines hung limp and bare

                                                  It told, "We're back" when full lines sagged

                                                  With not an inch to spare

                                                  New folks in town were scorned upon

                                                  If wash was dingy and gray

                                                  As neighbors carefully raised their brows

                                                  And looked the other way

                                                 But clotheslines now are of the past

                                                 For dryers make work much less

                                                 Now what goes on inside a home

                                                 Is anybody's guess

                                                 I really miss that way of life

                                                 It was a friendly sign

                                                 When neighbors knew each other best

                                                 By what hung on the line

                                                 Author Unknown

This is an earlier post from last spring.. Since spring has finally sprung at my house My clothesline is full each day.. So many quilts to wash and dry too.. Clotheslines may be a thing of the past for a few but for me they're still very much in style.There's nothing like the smell of fresh bed linens when I crawl in bed at night.. I did say crawl, been working on getting the yard in shape and doing alot of mulching..But I'm enjoying every minute of being outside even if my old muscles haven't been used in a while.. April is still borrowing from March with the windy days and I love it, especially when it's warm wind.. The clothes really dry fast. Hope spring has arrived at your house.. Susie