Saturday, April 28, 2012

Doin' Laundry: The Incredible Clothesline

As a young girl  I have always enjoyed the wind and the sun on my face. It was always fun running up and down outside with my friends, playin' ball, tag, four square (remember that game?) or whatever we felt like doin' at the time. Wow, how time flies!

As a woman,  I find that I reverence the sun and the wind even more. There is something about your skin being kissed by the sun. It feels like Love. And the wind, the wind is like a full body hug, that at times feels like a massage or a sweet, sweet caress. Yeah I love myself some sun and wind. Now, that doesn't take anything away from the rain 'cuz the rain has it's place also. How else will the flowers grow and the fruit trees bare ripe plump fruit? Of course, I love the rain too, but just for now I'm gonna praises the wind and the sun 'cuz that's what I need to dry my clothes on the clothesline which is what I want to talk about.

I have had the honor of using both, a dryer and the clothesline and  I prefer the latter. Not only is it good for the environment but it is good for the clothes also. The clothes are fluffier. The color stays rich. The whites are whiter ( I sound like a commercial huh?) and the clothes, the clothes smell fresher. The clothes have been kissed by the sun and embraced by the wind. I know some of y'all are probably askin', who uses clotheslines these days? And my answer to that is people who care about and love nature. People who love the wind and the sun (like me). Probably, people who don't have a dryer. I am all of the above.

Once my clothes are finished in the washer, I head to the clothesline excitedly. Why? 'Cuz I'm outside in the sun and the wind. Oh, and I forgot to mention the grass. Ah grass. I miss all this grass. On the beach (Miami Beach, where I lived for 7 years), there was mostly concrete with splotches of grass and trees, but now that I'm back home with my Mom, grass, grass, grass! I love it! So I walk happily to the clothesline (sometimes barefoot), and begin hangin' up the clothes lovingly, happily, reverently, while the wind blows them wildly, which makes me even more happier. I know that my clothes are going to dry quickly, and most of  the wrinkles are going to come out of them which means I won't have too much ironing to do. Now, y'all gotta admit, that is a plus.

I watch my clothes flying in the wind from the window and I smile, I marvel at the site. I feel totally connect to Gaia and I salute her. Within an hour and a half or two my clothes are dry and ready to be folded and/or hung up. I smell the freshness of the clothes. I feel the warmth of them and I am completely satisfied.