Sweet Day
Both of us awoke this morning with feelings of “let’s have a day.”
Nothing does move until the coffee pot has gone off. The aroma of Folger’s is what allows the day to begin. My dad, Raymond, wouldn’t drink anything else. We may not say much to each other while we take that first cup to our favorite spot. Dennis’ is in the patio porch and mine is in front of my HP Notebook.
Without knowing what the other was doing, I was slowly taking bedding and heading to the laundry, while Dennis was gathering items for the laundromat. If there are kitties in the patio porch there needs to be criteria on the contents of their baskets. Tidy tidy for the fur babies. We don’t have rugs down in our home . . . one less thing to trip on. Rag rugs in a household washing machine could shorten the life of the machine. They are so soaked and heavy that the spin cycle labors. I pushed buttons in the house and Dennis headed out in his little red pickup.
As I took my walk this morning, I was thrilled to see the Russian Sage blooms beginning to appear on the long green stalks. It is the most delicate of blooms and the butterflies love them. Megan talked me into planting them last year in an area that had never quite come into its own. Nailed it. My sister, Elvera, would be smiling as the Russian Sage was her favorite.
The afternoon is fading and we have met our objectives for the day that even included a great nap. Life is sweet on Stauffer Avenue. When in Mankato last week, we had picked up a prepared meal in Hy-Vee. This seems like the perfect ending of the day.