Tuesday Poetics, and De has given us a laundry challenge for inspiration. “Back in the day”, washing was on Monday and ironing on Tuesday, a schedule my mother honored without fail! Times have certainly changed! My thoughts turned to clothes lines for some odd reason. Submitted to dVerse, March 30, 2021.
Oddly, the challenge brought to my mind the clothes lines and not the laundry! My first thought was of the beautiful morning glory vine that flourished on the clothes line pole at my grandmother’s house. It was a vision to behold and impossible to ignore, since one was required to pass it on the way to and from the little outhouse with the half-moon window. Next I thought of the grapevines that grew on the arbor beside my mother’s clothesline. The plump, deep purple clusters were a treat, once the clothes were taken down and placed in the clothes basket to be taken inside. Aside from treats, many were destined for the jars of grape jelly in mother’s fruit cellar. Another odd memory is of the winter laundry days when taking down the clothes included my father’s overalls, frozen stiff as if he were still inside them.