I grew up in the hot central valley of California. We never had a dryer. Instead we had a clothes line. One of my chores was to hang out the clothes. It was in the sunny part of the back yard. We had planted two fruitless mulberries for shade but made certain the back corner was still sunny for the clothesline. We also grew our tomatoes in a nearby corner.

I would lug the heavy laundry basket down the stairs and out the screen door. It would always slam after me since my hands would be full. My bare feet skipped across the sidewalk path and through the hot grass. I always liked the sheets because they would be fast and easy to hang. I hated socks and underwear. They took forever to hang each individual piece.

And now 30 years later, I have a clothes line again. We decided to put the greenhouse to even more use and strung a clothes line among the tomatoes. It is great. It is warm and the fans produce a gentle breeze. The clothes are dry in no time. Plus they smell sun kissed fresh. A little stiff but very fresh.