Feels like March instead of the end of April, but I guess that is what you get when you have just endured a seemingly never ending winter!
These winds are good for something, though.
Drying clothes on the line!
Personally, I do not subscribe to this practice. I think I am too lazy to do it... but I sure do come from a heritage of clothes line hangers. My grandmother did it, and my mother still does it.
The sight of a fresh laundry flapping in the breeze on my way home from work tonight warmed my heart. I thought of my Nanna, and I thought of my Momma, and then I thought how lucky I was to snuggle into those fresh sheets as a kid ~ courtesy of being dried on the clothes line!
Celebrate the wind, however you can!
I am a Putnamaniac that loves to see clothes hanging on the line!