We have another smaller clothes line hanging next to the driveway, too! Here is a poem I found, however contrary to my feelings on hanging clothes outside:
Ode to the Backyard Clothesline
You'll say I'm "quaintly countrified,"
Old fashioned - as you please.
But I love the sight of fresh, clean laundry
Tossing in the breeze.
To suspend each garment on the line,
Then give the wind full play;
To caress and gently fragrance
In that sweet "outdoorsy" way.
They bask in sunny radiance,
Towels neatly hung in rows;
Snowy linens snapping crisply
Darling dancing baby clothes.
And when at dusk I gather them
I feel extremely blessed
That line-dried and sun kissed cleanliness
Clothe the ones that I love best.
by Juanita M. Vernon