I feel I can wash windows and do additional spring housecleaning anytime. A little bit here and a little bit there and it does get done. Tackling spring cleaning of the pickup garage and the car garage . . . when the spirit is willing, the older ones on Stauffer Avenue had better strike.
Everything out onto the driveway is the only way to go about it. There was some sorting, some organization and God bless our neighbor’s burning pit. If there is no emotional attachment for some items that have been collected or left here, on the fire they went. We had a pile of branches from the winds that kept the fire going for as long as we needed. The shop vac is now sporting a brand new filter after doing a great job of all things that like to float in the air: cat fuzz and silty dirt that was drug in during the entire winter on the tires. There is no point in trying to sweep the silt. It will take flight and land where you least want it.
We are nearing the supper hour and both of us hope we can make it without our heads hitting the table in between bites. There is no stopping us once we get started, but what a sweet feeling.
By the way, the Koi are swimming laps in the pond. A great day here on Stauffer.