Going to our land is refreshing because we get to enjoy clean, good-smelling air and plenty of wide open spaces. We get to take walks in the forest and enjoy peaceful moments fishing in our private lake. It is such fun to go exploring in the creek and to listen to the unique sounds of country life.
However, enjoying our land means we get dirty. It's inevitable. One blog buddy wrote about a hazard of country life...nose problems. I put it this way: Being in the country introduces you to "dirt boogers." What? Did I just say "Dirt Boogers?" Yes, I did.
Country life is not prim and proper nor does it offer sparkling clean surfaces. Working the land will make you discover that dirt can be invasive to the nth-degree.
|Tromping through land that looks like this is not always easy.|
It is definitely not an experience that leaves you squeaky clean.
One big noticeable difference that we experience during daily life on our land is the difference between doing our laundry here at the house with a nice air-conditioned laundry room with a luxury, high-end front loading washing machine and a front-loading dryer compared to doing laundry on our land, in the woods, by hand-washing it as we simultaneously take a sun-shower. Using the great outdoors as a dryer is also FREE!
|On his way to accumulating layers and layers of dirt.|
There, on our land, we soak our dirty clothes with soapy water and we scrub, we rinse, then tightly wring out the excess water. Out there, doing laundry can be a challenge, but it's the way of life on our land. At least for now. And I don't mind at all.
Deputy Dave is ingenious, he strung a pulley line and tightened it between two trees so that we'd have a nice drying line for our wet belongings. Since we always have a ton of gear and equipment to tie down during the trips to and from our land, Deputy Dave brings plenty of pulleys, bungee cords and rope; which we usually need for multiples purposes during our stay.
So, the difference between doing laundry here or there is huge. Maybe the difference in the way we smell when here or there is pretty gaping as well.
At least I do not have to do laundry daily in the conditions that my great-grandmother endured. Here is a photo of her washing machine...
I actually remember, as a young child, sitting on the front porch with her and watching her wash some things with this washing board in a big tub of water. She was a seamstress and had owned a upholstery store in Madisonville, Texas, so she was accustomed to fabric always being in her hands...wet or dry. I hang her washing board in my laundry room as a respectful tribute to her, so we'll remember pre-modern days of hard work.
At least I have the washing board ready, if needed. However, I like my modern day version that only requires me to add high-efficiency detergent, then I can walk away until the beep sounds for me to pull the wet clothes out and shove them into the dryer. Then, I wait until the next beep sounds and the clothes are clean and dry.
Man...life is hard.