August 29, 2011

• The Simple Womans Daybook 29 August 2011

  

  Outside my window….the sun is shining brightly the temperature is 50 degrees and it is a glorious late August day here in the neighborhood.  The air smells as if it was all washed clean.  I woke up in the night last night and knew that all the allergens had been scrubbed out of the air by the rain yesterday and the wind that followed it last night.  This morning the pleasure of being able to take long deep lungs full of cool crisp clean air is beyond imaginable.

  I am thinking…about the freshness of the laundry that will come in off the lines today, the snap of the beans that will come out of the field, and the greenness of everything that has been renewed by the storm that passed through yesterday.

  I am thankful for….the ability to see and appreciate the good that can come from something that should have been so bad.  I truly believe that there is always a renewal even in devastation.  Like the phoenix which rises from the ashes, mankind must learn to rise above the material loss of something like a hurricane or earthquake and find a new beginning.

  From the kitchen….everything waits for some type of culinary magic to be wrought with the tools and utensils that are stored there. In other words, I haven’t a clue what is for supper tonight.

  I am wearing…navy sweats and a white tee

  I am creating…cloth diapers for Layn. Each one is a labor of love!

  I am going…nowhere!!!!! Matthew took my car to work and Doug rode his bike (the blazer is DOA). 

  I am reading…The Scarlet Letter by Nathanial Hawthorne. The last of my summer reading list. Just in time for school to start a week from today.

  I am hoping….that the pile of diapers that I cut out shrinks of its own volition today.  I am working on a work of art for someone else’s child and I would much prefer to concentrate on that.

  I am hearing…the washer spinning out its first load of the day, the dishwasher working on its first load, Alan Jackson singing “Are You Washed in the Blood,” and the birds singing outside of my window.

  Around the house….morning chores have been divided up, the kitchen is done and the laundry is started. It is a typical Monday in this little house.  Time to start the second pot of coffee and really start the business of the day.

  One of my favorite things…drinking in the sensation of stacks of fabric in various colors and textures.  I am planning Mary-Kate’s quilt.  There are piles of different colors and prints scattered about the sewing room.  Each pile invites me to touch, smell, and revel in the harmony and disharmony that the palate suggests.  Soon I will have to settle on a selection to cut and sew together but for now I will luxuriate in the choices that I have.

  A few plans for the rest of the week….I am down to the wire as far as sewing projects are concerned.  The piles of cut out projects must be sewn up and placed in boxes to be sold.  I have to solve the camera dilemma so that pictures can be taken and posted.  My desk has to be cleaned off and the piles on it have to be sorted and filed.  Meals for the coming week have to be planned and as far as I can food has to be purchased.  The rest of the corn and beans have to be put into the freezer.  Along with these few things I have my normal round of chores and activities to accomplish. 

  Here is a picture thought that I am sharing with you….

  

  Layn figured that Auntie Kake had her hands full and needed help feeding Savannah.

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