Nosey Delights
From the yeasty warmth of freshly baked bread to the clean, summery haze of lavender flowers, we all have favorite smells we find particularly comforting. What’s yours?
Often there is time
for drying bed sheets on a line,
one just like the one Dad built.
And the air and sunshine linger,
in a sweet scented pile of
heaven in my arms.
And there it is again as I drift away to slumber
wrapped in memories of home.
There’s Mom, and I remember
the wind in our hair,
singing, giggling and sharing
amid white percale billowing.
Now all the store bought laundry add-ins,
softeners, purifiers and natural herbal infusions
can’t fool my nose for it surely knows
there are no man made substitutions
for sunshine, fresh air, and
memories of home.
What a delightful photo! Just takes me back…
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Me too Donna – waaaaaay back! 🙂
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Summertime all by itself always takes me back!
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I need a “LOVE” button to click for this post! Yes, I grew up with clothes dried on the line, too. (Where we live now doesn’t allow clotheslines….) What a wonderful smell…
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Really lovely post! I adore line-dried sheets – I’ve hung laundry outside most of my life. You’re right – nothing can match that freshness!
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That’s beautiful, Dor.
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Awwwww, so lovely Dor! Truly~
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Oh so true Dora ! ,The fresh air smell always evident even though I lived in the back streets of Birmingham and all washing done in what was called The Brew House ” in the back yard. Reckitts blue was used to whiten the washing. Then put through a wringer with wooden rollers, then onto the line. I loved to watch it looking so fresh blowing in the wind.
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Sheets on a clothesline hanging out in the sunshine — that makes such a delightful clean smell. Believe it or not, I do have a clothesline and I just washed our bed quilt the other day and hung it out to dry. Mmmm…it smelled so nice!
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You are so right Dorann! Great musings here and love the photograph, I miss hearing the sheets snap in the wind ~
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Oh my gosh, I can’t believe you wrote about this. Just yesterday I was talking to my husband about where we might be able to put a clothesline (you’re kidding, was his reaction) but there is just nothing like it, I so agree. In the meantime, I am drying towels on the deck because I love that sunshine-fresh smell.
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I still have a clothes prop, Dorothy 🙂
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Right there with you.
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Ah the smell of sheets that have been blowing in the wind. Wonderful! Love the photo and your poem. 😉
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Yes! I never thought about that but you are so right Kate. Summertime’s full of long ago feelings. 🙂
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How similar were our growing up days Dianna! And how nice to have you for a friend.
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I’ll bet our young visitors think I have added a scented softener to the laundry to get that heavenly scent!
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Thanks Patti! 🙂
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I do remember the wringer washers with wooden rollers too Rita, but we went to a “wash house” and lugged the sheets home to put on the line.
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I’m glad you are “one of us” lovers of air dried bedding. There is just no luxury that can compare! 🙂
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Yes, I forgot about the sound…. You are right though Mary, the snapping in the wind was all part of it. And the whole thing – the scents, the billowing, the snapping in the wind, are all part of a conspiracy of the senses to bring back memories.
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You go for that clothesline girl! It may sound a little out of date, but I still think it’s one of those little luxuries in life.
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Haha! In some corners you might be considered a bit out of date. But I would love to see your clothesline. 🙂
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Welcome Lilly! 🙂
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Thanks Judy! There is just nothing like those windblown sunshiney sheets and I’m glad you’re one of those who has enjoyed them too.
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Oh! Now I’m home sick for those days.
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Ditto! 🙂
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I remember that too. At night, there was nothing better than lying down on sheets that still smelled like a bright, sunny day,
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🙂 Oh, that wonderful scent and that wonderful feeling! 🙂
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