I don't think there's anything that smells better then cloths that have been hanging out on the line. Brings back memories of my childhood, when Mom would spent the day doing the tedious job of washing and hanging out to dry or cloths. There was the old wringer washer out on the back porch, with the galvanized wash tub (which also doubled as our bathtub), to catch the cloths. I don't think I've ever been so embarrassed, as when the whole neighborhood could see our unmentionables, frozen stiff as a board, not even able to flap if there was a breeze.
I can honestly say that I truly treasure all of my childhood memories, so when i'm out there hanging out taking down my laundry, my mind meanders back....to the good old days....and I smile.
