We moved into this house four years ago. Four years ago! In that time we have done so much around here- rewired the whole house, new plumbing, put in CHA, new roof, built walls, rebuilt the floor, finished the floor, repainted the interior (several times- ahem), painted the exterior, put in garden boxes, put in some grass, built a shed, built a bathroom, rehabbed a bathroom, and 800 other things that I can't exactly recall right now. One of the things on my list of homesteading needs was a clothes line. What respectable homesteader doesn't have a clothes line?
I'll tell you who-
I was that person draping diapers over the porch railing, pinning sheets to the trampoline, tying up ropes in the back yard making make shift spider web lines all over the place. Call me Anasazi. But with all of the other real needs, the clothes line kept being put on the back burner.
For my birthday this year, John gave me a clothes pin bag and a set of 100 clothes pins. I looked at him and without missing a beat said "where is it?". He had built it the week before and hidden it behind our shed. After he showed me the poles that morning, he went ahead and set it all up.
Can I say, that I adore this clothes line? Is that too strong a word? Well, I do. I just adore it. I love that he didn't make it look like every other clothes line. He made it just for me. The poles look like telephone poles, he strung the wires to look line phone wires and carefully wrapped them around the porcelain electrical thingies (the technical term) he found in our attic.
And then, there are the love birds. After he had set them into the concrete he showed me how he placed the love birds facing the west- so they could watch the sun set together.
I love this man of mine.