Wet laundry hanging in the sun is something not seen often, but when I do, I always think of childhood summer days. My mother never owned a dryer until after my siblings and I were out of the house, so hanging clothes on the line was almost a daily chore. Clothes were always in one of several stages: dirty, which meant they needed laundering; wet, which meant they had been laundered and needed hanging out; drying, which meant they were outside in the sun; dry, which meant SOMEBODY had to go get them. At that point, my all-time, least favorite household chore began: ironing. By the time that was done, the laundry cycle had already started over. Yes....the good old days.
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