We've chopped down the tree where Grace had her little washing line. So it's good that we have some photos of the area in all its grotty glory.
She had the bucket of soapy water over by the house and would wash the doll and toy clothes in the bucket and run across the yard with the dripping mess to hang on the line. Not very time and motion efficient, but there you go. I suppose that's not really a factor when you're five.