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What’s your idea of a perfect clothesline day?
Well, you may say, that depends on where your clothesline is.
If you pin your overalls and shirts to a line that just happens to front a cow pasture, then the perfect clothesline day requires a strong wind in the right direction across a freshly mown field of sweetgrass, to counter the unmistakable stink of cow poo. If you share your clothesline with a handsome neighbor on the other side of a tiny urban courtyard, the perfect clothesline day involves an actual conversation with that neighbor through your mutually open windows, preferably about something other than the laundry, as you’re shyly pinning up or taking down your socks and things.
And if you’re lucky enough to live in a magical place like Nova Scotia, the perfect clothesline day is a day with pink-blue skies and a lavender breeze off the coast. It’s a day where the sun blends seamlessly into evening like the gentlest lamplight. It’s a day so perfect that when, toward nightfall, you reach your arms over your head to wrestle some shirts off the line in the wind, and you get that happy whiff of clean, you look to the sky and think, as this photographer did: My grandmother would have loved this perfect clothesline day.
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