Flexible laundry line conveniently dries your hand wash garments, or other clothes. This is my makeshift clothes line when cloth rack is not sufficient I tie-up this here and sometimes at the other corner of the front yard.
I remember occasionally running like crazy my aunts outside to get our clothes before the rain started. I also remember being little and running under the lines, hiding in the clothes. And smells. Oh dear….if you’ve never slept on sheets dried outside, you really don’t know what you’re missing.
I really love my front yard. This is my clothesline and, behind it, my ivy hanging on up cycled vase on macrame knot holder that I made in 80’s Look:
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my niece is watering the plants at front yard
I know everybody’s seen marigolds, previously I was not in love with them but since 2-3 years I am wildly in love with these, even though the orange is not my love colour. A djustment to this wall there is a rose bush in pot a few weeks ago, one of the thorn of rose bush stabbed me as I was weeding the marigold, and it made my knuckle swell up like a golf ball, but that misery did not diminish my admiration for this rose or any of its sisters and brothers like champa, jatropa and others:
|the table that sits here day and night|
That one is called “Polyanthus climbing rose” and it smells so delectable—I had a quick impulse to take a bite of all these petals. The buds are striped. I know, right?
|the green grove|