Found this one today, flipping through one of Grace's books on the kitchen table. I was sure I'd checked this book before, but there it was on the second page. And for some reason, this scene with the clothes line in the background really appeals to me today. Maybe it's the relentless and cliched Australianess, even though it's not a Hills Hoist. Maybe there's a seasonal appeal. The first two pages, " Mulga creek is a peaceful town which lies between the two larger towns of Gumbrae and Wattletree Ridge. Each year it holds an Autumn Festival, to celebrate the harvest. "
Obviously there's no drought in Mulga Creek because it's all rather jolly.
from Welcome to Mulga Creek, Pam Sheldrake, illustrated by Jane Burrell, Dent Australia 1988
Sometimes out there in internetland, I feel as though Australia is backward and somewhat quaint. I mean it's still really common to use clothes lines here. Instead of dryers. Lots of people have dryers too, but I don't know anyone that always uses their dryer instead of the clothesline. Well maybe I do, but it is the norm that we hang our washing outside to dry, even in winter. Blessed (or cursed) with a sunny and reasonably dry climate probably helps. Most houses would have a clothes line, even if it's a fold out tucked down the side of the house so as not to interfere with the landscaping. And I don't think that there would be many (if any) housing estates that ban outdoor lines, although I imagine some blocks of flats might.
Not much else to say really, except that it is autumn and even if we're not having a harvest festival (not a good year in our garden, what with water restrictions and the heat), it just feels right with warm and golden colours. And check out the kangaroo delivering letters. Probably keeps them in his pouch.