Simple pleasures!

ogm i know!! I buried my face in my sundried sheets when I brought them in today.

It's lovely isn't it!
I'm all for simple pleasures.

When my sister was very ill and troubled she asked me once what made me happy. She was astonished when I paused and then said "seeing my clean washing blowing in the wind." She thought I would say something profound! I think it helped her, though, to see that being happy can be about loving life's little simple things.

Well I think it is profound in a way bags
My life has been so different from those of both my grandmothers, and from women in other countries, but hanging washing out on the line is something that women have done for millennia the world over.

There is nothing quite like the smell of sheets that have been dried outside on the line.

I love the peace of the early morning. Very little traffic passes through the village on a Sunday morning, it's a pleasure to walk the dogs and hear the birds singing. In the churchyard, we walk through dappled sunlight........sigh, mornings at seven and Gods in his heaven, all's right with the world.

An early sunny morning with a high tide and no wind! Seeing the Bristol Channel reflect the blue of the sky! It's magic

I am another line dried washing fan. I have always sniffed line dried washing, its a very strange habit when you think about it. I wonder what makes it smell so clean. You don't get that if its hung up indoors.

My bedding was hung on the lines today for the first time this year, and it smelt just like spring

Same here. The sheets will still have that lovely fresh smell when we go to bed tonight. My other guilty simple pleasure today was gin o'clock on the patio watching the hens scratching over a border I had just dug. They will soon be confined to a large run for the summer so they'd better make the most of it.

Oddly, I've always loved the distant sound of a plane in a still blue summer sky. Ever since I was little something about it has meant summer to me.

The sound of the first cuckoo always reduces me to tears. I'm usually hanging the washing out when I hear it.

Oh yes merlot and seeing the first swallow arrive....will they ever come this year?

It has been so lovely here that I have washed and washed, loving the fresh clean smell. Even Theseus' cycling kit has been washed and is ready when he is. How can one man need seven cycling vests, four pairs of shorts and goodness knows how many track suit tops? "But I've had that since...."

Getting the kit washed, and the Paris - Roubaix race has always signalled spring to me. But T has yet to get on a bike this year, what with the hip and everything.

We must have all been washing today and hanging clothes on the line!! Remember when i was little being called 'The peg lady' by my granny as I helped her by handing her the pegs. i felt very proud.

Hung mine inside as too cold outside for me! Also flare up of arthritis, can hardly weightbear on r foot!

I too love the smell of line-dried linen. However, anyone with pollen allergies should be wary because pollen grains could have settled on the sheets and pillowcases.

Today, mine was walking alongside the field early this morning, just as the horses and ponies were being turned out from their stables. It was very sunny but fresh, and a fine mist hovered over the grass, hiding the horses' hooves. A beautiful sight

Galen my DH would sympathise with you. Hope it doesn't last too long and you feel better soon.

Your walk this morning sounded right wonderful, when.

Agree lovely smell from clean linen dried in sun and wind!
We had lovely lunch with old friends and ood was very good!
That's my simple pleasures! And our friend Sid how nice my hair looked! Worth spending 3 hours at hair dresser thurs!

Something never seen these days, a line full of glowing white nappies. I used to be so proud of mine. I also love the smell of line dried linen.

A walk by the sea

Sound of the sea crashing on the pebbles at Walberswick when I am lying in my bed in the beach hut.

I also love the smell of washing dried outside but I hate the pressure to bring it in as opposed to being able to leave it where it is when it's been dried inside.

My small pleasure is lying in bed listening to pounding rain on the velux window above my head.

The Austrians used to like the smell of wind-blown bedding so much, that every day when they made the bed, they either hung the sheets out of the window, or draped them on a chair by the open window, for half an hour in winter, or an hour in summer. That was when I was an 'au pair; back in the mid 1960s. I wonder if they still do that?

You can add me to the list of fans of line dried washing. I have the added bonus of the first time I do it each spring cleaning the line and finding the cloth is clean. When we lived about a mile inside the M25 the line had to be cleaned several times a year. It makes me realise that the air I am breathing must be so much cleaner. Just in case you hadn't already heard, I love it here! [smile[