Rain Drops
It may have not been a gully washer of rain, but every little bit helps.
Today Dennis and his cousin Bruce visited the blue barn acre with Bruce’s chainsaw. There were too many trees that were tipping, listing or just plain falling over. After Bruce left. Dennis gave me a tour. After several days of the leaves drying, there will be plenty of hauling limbs to the main pile of debris.
My task at hand today was stripping Dennis’ bed and doing some tidy, tidy in his bedroom. While the laundry was going, I did some stitching.
We are have beef vegetable soup and sandwiches for supper. I metered three cups of soup per freezer bag last night. Three bags in the freezer for another time.
The air is heavy but doable.
At the grocer’s yesterday, I purchased a bottle of Woolite laundry soap. Tomorrow morning, first thing . . . I am washing my feather comforter. I did my research on the internet. It will be fritzy fresh for the colder weather that is bound to find me in my west bedroom porch.
Take care and do what makes you feel good over the weekend.