There’s nothing quite like sleeping between fresh sheets. The sheets are so crisp and soft and clean. I luxuriate in them every time I change out the bedding.
Which brings me back to when I was a child and the sheets were washed and then hung up on a long clothesline to dry in the fresh air.
First my Granny would run them through the primitive wringer. I’d watch her use all her strength to turn that thing as she wrung out the water and brought the wet laundry out the other side.
Clothing was flattened like dough prepared for biscuits before they go into the oven. Then she’d shake the laundry and put it all into a basket.
Clothespins held in her mouth, she would lift a piece of clean laundry out and tuck it up with first one clothespin, then take the other out of her mouth and clip up the other side.
On she went down that long clothesline, the Oklahoma wind often whipping the laundry nearly dry before the sun even got a chance.
The scent of freshness perfumed the air as the dry laundry was taken down to take inside.
Then the sheets were shaken and flapped in the air, the movement disturbing dust nearby, to cover the mattresses before bedtime.
Pillowcases, embroidered with colorful tendrils of flowers at the opening, were slipped over the feather filled pillows.
With the window open in the summer next to the bed, you were surrounded by scents as you drifted off to sleep.
Flowers closing up until the sun kissed them open the following day. Honeysuckle’s sweet fragrance as the wind occasionally drifted through the vine that held blossoms of nectar.
All the scents that come with the day closing down and nightfall turning the sky black wafted in on the wind.
Freshly mowed grass. Insects buzzing.
Dogs barking somewhere. The chickens as they settled into the hen house. A train in the distance signaling it was headed through town.
Crickets. Wind blowing through the trees. An occasional car headed down the road. All the sounds that combined into the song you listened to as you drifted off to sleep.
Sit in a comfortable chair somewhere quiet and lean your head back. Let yourself go back in time. Close your eyes and shut out the sounds of here and now. And just remember then.
Let yourself drift back to your childhood home.
Your body is settling between the sheets. A window is cracked open for a breeze to lessen the heat of summer.
Open the window in your mind and remember what you smelled and heard as you lay there in your bed waiting for sleep.
What is it? What do you smell and hear?