Yesterday I was hanging up the few remaining items in the basket when all of a sudden SNAP! The freshly washed laundry was now lying on the just mowed grass. The nylon rope that has held the clothesline up for 18 months has finally broke and according to my father in law, "Nylon rope never breaks!" Well, it does after 18 months in the sun and rain. How did we remedy the problem? We grabbed a thicker rope from the barn that the previous owner left behind.
(Hopefully there isn't chicken manure under all of that washed laundry!)
Back in business!
The old man on the tree is speechless about the whole endeavor but I think he likes the whole bandanna look from the rope (hint: the mouth is missing...)
Haha, love the old man! And what a beautiful picture. All those clothes blowing in the breeze. Love it.
ReplyDeleteWhen we use our clothesline we sometimes even get the scent of campfire smoke if the clothes are still hanging when the campfire get's going. :)
ReplyDeleteLove the old man tree!
Funny thing you did with the tree. Looks like "Rambo" about unleash hell. LOL. :)
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