Mother Gets Babysitter, Then Goes Wild in the Woods
Cutting poles for her new clothesline, that is. I put up my new clothesline the week before, but I still didn't have any poles.
Cutting clothesline poles is not for the faint of heart.
It’s not often I get a few hours to myself, so when I do, I try to take advantage of every minute. Not that I don’t love my baby girl, but sometimes a mama just needs some time off.
Today, I chose to cut some clothesline poles for my new clothesline. Since my clothesline is strung between two trees, I decided it was only fitting to make the poles out of saplings.
I have been planning this in my mind for a few days, waiting for the right opportunity to go traipsing through the woods behind our house. I knew that I wanted them to be at least six feet high, preferably with a notch in the top to hold the line, so less whittling would be necessary.
After a little breakfast, I marched down to the woodlot with a handsaw and a limb lopper. I found a suitable little tree for the first one, and sawed it down. After cutting it, I measured the rest of my poles against it. I came bouncing out of the woods with six poles, and only two of them without notches. Now don’t get all environmental on me right now. Cutting undesirable saplings out of the undergrowth to give the bigger trees room and light to grow, is good forest management.
After I propped them under my clothesline, I discovered happily, that I actually only needed four poles. Then I promptly hung the maiden load out to dry. They looked so cheerful waving in the breeze!
After that, I sat in the yard, drank a cup of coffee, read a book, then took a walk to town to visit our little thrift store. I huffed and puffed my way back up our ridiculously steep hill, (which, by the way, is MUCH easier to climb without a stroller ) into the house, and into a chair in front of the fan.
A few seconds later, my friend came rolling into the driveway with my little peach who, thankfully, hadn’t taken a nap yet. After I finish writing this, I am going to join my daughter in nap land and dream of hanging more clothes on the line when we wake up.