One of the best things about our house is the backyard. It's not very big, so it's easy to maintain, but large enough to string up clothesline so we can harness the power of the sun and wind to dry our clothes.
I don't know what it is about hanging the laundry outside to dry that I love so much. For one, it gets dry lickety-split on a hot enough day (I've been known to do three loads of laundry in a single day), and the smell....I'm not sure why air drying makes fabric smell so fresh and clean.
It's also very simple, as this is how laundry got dry around the world before the advent of the household appliance. I feel connected to many generations of women, using a pre-industrial technology to get things dry. And I must pay attention to the sun's journey during the day, and take note of the strength of the wind. I like slowing down and best utilizing the weather as my partner in this effort.
It's also a temporary art project. This morning I did whites, so there is a blinding-white line of sheets and towels swinging to and fro (they have the best amplitude). On days I wash colors, I like to play with the hues, sizes, and thicknesses of fabric.
Finally, who couldn't love its no carbon footprint!