Green….this week’s P52 Photo Challenge

I’m on a roll with childhood memories lately.  Perhaps being away from my home for two weeks has spurred that on.

This caught my eye as I walked down Mt. Vernon Avenue a few days ago.  Although the clothes are on hangars they reminded me of the backyard clotheslines of my youth.

My mom hung the clothes out to dry long after she obtained a dryer.  It was no simple task as the baskets of wet clothes had to be hauled up a flight of basement stairs, through the kitchen and then down the back steps to the yard.  I’m sure it was lot easier to toss them in the dryer but Mom loved the smell of clothes and sheets that dried in the fresh air and sunshine.

Me, I love the smell of fabric softener instead.  Maybe it’s because I’ve never had to go down into a dark, unfinished basement to do my laundry.

This is what I buy and use clothespins for:

Mom also ironed and I do as little of that as possible.  In some respects I am not my mother’s daughter.

I suppose Mom was green many decades before “being green” was popular.