The simplest of things

We have considered owning a tumble drier for many years, through the birth of our first child, and then again re-considered with the second. Yet still we did not purchase a tumble drier. We wash and then dry naturally.

We struggle with the energy consumption of these machines, even those with triple A ratings.  Not to mention the beautiful, natural, fresh smell that is mising when clothes are tumbled in the drier.

That said, after 10 years of drying out clothes in the living room, we plunged and bought the big white beast.

Now, let's be clear, owning a tumble drier does not equate to using one. It is however there for the damp days when we have guests over. And we don't feel in the mood to have our knickers on the clothes horse for all to see.

Today however was a stunning end of summer day and I took great pleasure in hanging out three loads of colourful washing on the line. The sun and the breeze were perfect for the chores of the day.

I took great pleasure in watching it dry, looking at it sway in the wind, touching it to feel the ever diminishing dampness. 

I really don't know why I found this mundane and routine task so rewarding.  But I did. And for lunch to celebrate. It was homemade focaccia (inspired by my wish to up my domestic game) and a lovely, smooth red wine to start. With a view of the washing!

So I would like to raise a toast to drying clothes naturally and embracing the simplicity and the pleasures of life at home.

Cheers!