1950's ClotheslineTakes Root

First another comment about the lack of comments on this blog. Rest assured, I have seen everyone's comments. I have enjoyed them and diligently published them, one at a time in order to decrease the spam I was getting. It was working great and then today I noticed that ALL comments from this blog have been removed on my last five posts. Not by me.

ARRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

So, another hour of research later (it seems this has been a recurring blogger issue), more fiddling with my settings, and we'll see how it goes. Please hang in here with me. I am seeing and loving your comments, I just can't get them to stick on my blog! So after reading todays post please comment and we'll see how it goes. Gracie!

Meanwhile, back at The Poor Farm...the 1950's have made a grand appearance in my small back yard, in the form of vintage ceramic power line insulators disguised as clothesline holders.

For the last two years we've had our clothesline several hundred feet away from the grain bin house since originally we had placed it close to the dinky camper we lived in the summer of 2015. When we sold the camper last summer, we just left the clothesline where it was, tied around three trees, as building a real clothesline closer to the Looney Bin, was not high on the priority list. But after we moved my writing studio in the spot where the camper was parked, the clothesline became more of an eyesore for me down there. Plus there was the hike across the yard, carrying wet laundry, that got old.

Last week with a few sunny days in the midst of lots of rain, Keith built and installed a fabulous new clothesline just a few feet from our door, but around back of the bin. Seeing the laundry out my kitchen window helps me to remember to take it in. He used all salvaged materials of course. The posts came from my sister Teresa when they dismantled their horse fencing, while on hand, Keith had all the bolts and screws needed as well as these very old ceramic insulators. Neither of us could recall where we had gotten them.









He's rigged the clothesline in such a way that the posts can be pulled back as the ground settles and the posts need to be realigned. I now have three shorter lines, about 25 feet long each which gives me enough to hang two loads of laundry out at one time. I'll paint them soon, to make the wood last longer. I might even plant some morning glories at the base of the posts, but don't tell Keith. he thinks they are nothing but invasive weeds, while I find them absolutely charming.

 Our next task will be getting a couple dump truck loads of mulch to go around the outside of the Looney Bin as it is mostly bare dirt there, which is no big deal until it rains.  It has rained often lately. So the dirt path has become a muddy mess.

Still, I am super happy with my new clothesline! Yesterday one of my sisters offered me an electric dryer as they were getting new ones and I have to say, it was easy to say no thank you. Two years of no dryer and we're getting along fine. Funny how the longer you go without something, the less you miss it. Sadly, this doesn't apply to people. Seems the longer my deceased family members are gone the MORE I miss them.

This just proves, people outrank appliances, in case you didn't know that already.